"It's not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere" Agnes Repplier Monday 30 november 7:51 a.m. 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
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