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A Thousand Splendid Suns .

'If you want to learn about the tyranny of Taliban rule, Khaled Hosseini's books are the first you would wanna live it through'. I have been amazed totally with the fluidity with which it has been presented to the readers. Never comes the time when you get weary of ... anything. 
This book presents the tale of two female protagonists - Mariam and Laila who develop more of a mother-daughter relationship after being in an ill-fated relationship of being the wives of the same husband. Its so ironical for any society but the truth has been presented in such a beautiful manner that the reader himself becomes retaliated against such existence of the society. 
The book starts with an illegitimate but happy child Mariam and then circumstamces forcing her into marrying Rasheed, 30 years senior to her. She is abused by her husband. She tries to find solace by looking into Laila, a girl in her neighbourhood, who is more or less similarly spirited young girl as she had been once 'very long time back'.
But when Laila has to marry Rasheed owing to the destruction caused by the wars which separates her from Tariq and her family, and the abuse thrusted upon her too by the same monster forces both of them to become the best of the friends and each other's confidantes and ending up in Mariam killing Rasheed to save from Laila from the savage and getting executed in the process for what she has done. But she definitely succeded in saving Laila and letting her and Tariq elope to Pakistan who has just appeared 'out of the blue'.
Every process has been so precisely defined, with readers bearing almost the same pains and agony that the two women would have endured had they been real. 

The enoromous touch that is provided by the title's relevance with the English translation of the poem "Kabul" is what I believe is another striking feature associated with this book. This asks for a more descriptive perspective rather than it being just a story. This calls for believing 'this is what 'Kabul' is'! and 'not just a story'.

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