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A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 3

Jalil's house was not kind His wives hostile They did not want me there I knew I was not welcome But I didn't want to be there either They were not family. Soon they sat me down The three wives and a cowering Jalil. I was to be married to a man Thirty years my senior. As we left on the bus Jalil tried to say goodbye I didn't listen, he had given me away Far far away.

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