"As for Mariam, she remembers Nana saying once that each snowflake is a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all sighs drift up to the sky, gather into clouds, then break into tiny pieces that fall silently on the people below. “As a reminder of how women like us suffer,” she said. How quietly we endure all the falls upon us.”
Khaled Hosseini
A Thousand Splendid Suns
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