A Thousand Splendid Suns
Monday 30 november
Just finished reading the book: "A thousand splendid suns", from Khaled Hossini. Daunting, beautifully written.
The story of these two Afghan women was incredible to hear of. We, in the Western peaceful countries, we have the luxury to demand civil rights. Women in these war countries have no right at all. Like furniture, they are used for a very perfunctory function. They are owned by their husband.
It shames me to think that I have been complaining about not finding a job in my specialty, fulfilling all my dreams, while women somewhere in the world are born without dreams of their own.
It shames me to think that i consider myself a writer, knowing that i will never be able to write this type of masterpiece.
today i am humbled at other writers' achievements, dubious that i can match their own talents.
And it doesn't matter anymore, all these dreams and ambitions tossed aside (temporarily)with my current situation.
I live free, there are no wars around me, hope keeps flowing in my heart and late insights have proven valuable!
My mom was right to send me to France when I was 5, to escape the state of war Vietnam was into. 50 years later I'm revisiting my past of 50 years back, and it has changed as soon as I understood the other player's motives. Mom didn't abandon me, she saved me from a life she didn't want for me.
"Life can only be understood Backwards, but must be lived Forward."