A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 1
My name is Mariam
Does it matter?
From the beginning I was doomed
A harami in a Muslim world
A world where a girl has no rights
Where a harami has even fewer
I am a slave in a man's world
My mother, Nana, tried to tell me
I didn't listen.
Too caught up in the world of Jalil
My father, but me not his daughter
Through my experiences I have learned
Like Nana said, Persevere
There is little happiness
In a world where nothing is fair.
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