"There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory’s grip, when overhearing a mother on the street call after her child by Tariq’s name would no longer cut her adrift. She would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion- like the phantom ache of an amputee." - A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseni; 187. (via aboatmadeofevergreen)
