“Only the hardest of hearts could fail to be moved” Glamour 
I have to admit, I discovered that I’m not of the “hardest of hearts”, because as soon as I finished this astonishing novel, I couldn’t help but go to spray some water on my face and wipe out the salty feeling of my eyes.
You may be illusioned to think that this is a novel, but no, it is an open letter. An open letter to those who can’t feel the injustice towards women when extremism prevails, and open letter to those who cannot see the sexism and gender based persecution a lot of women suffer from in the -yet to be civilized-countries. An open letter to those who do not know that women are still being beaten, by masculinity-egoed-up men, who still think that they are superior just because they were born men, behind the closed doors.
I salute the writer for his historical accuracy, and I have to give it to him for teaching me a lot of the Afghani history in that era.
What I came up with, from this precious novel, is the same thing that I had always thought of, religion and life do not mix. We see it through history that where there is religion involved in ruling a country, there is prosecution,injustice and bloodshed. Hope minds will open up to this fact and the bloodshed and

prosecution -religion based- around the world can merely seize to exist.

Oh and thank you Mr. Khalid Hosseini for teaching me a couple of words in Farsi and showing me the beauty of Afghanistan through your eyes.
Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

This Novel Is Highly Recommended.