Thousand splendid suns (page 35)

Now and again they went for strolls among the bronze fallen leaves and birch hedges, along the stream and toward the mountains. Mullah Faizullah whirled the dabs of his tasbeh rosary as they walked, and, in his shuddering voice, revealed to Mariam stories of the considerable number of things he'd found in his childhood, similar to the two-headed snake he'd found in Iran, on Isfahan's Thirty-three Arch Bridge, or the watermelon he had part once outside the Blue Mosque in Mazar, to discover the seeds framing the words Allah on one half, Akbar on the other.

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