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And The Mountains Echoed

How much longer to Kabul?†
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There was the time she had sewn Pari a silver-and-green dress from a roll of fabric Father had brought from Kabul.†
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Uncle Nabi was a cook and a chauffeur in Kabul.†
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Once a month, he drove from Kabul to visit them in Shadbagh, his arrival announced by a staccato of honks and the hollering of a horde of village kids who chased the big blue car with the tan top and shiny rims.†
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Everyone came out to see him because he drove a car, though it belonged to his employer, and because he wore a suit and worked in the big city, Kabul.†
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Father said it wouldn't surprise him if it had witnessed the emperor Babur marching his army to capture Kabul.†
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Abdullah had never been to Kabul.†
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Kabul came from stories Uncle Nabi had told him.†
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How do you like Kabul, kids?†
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He said he would take a longer route so they could see a little of Kabul.†
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I had Nabi go to a bakery halfway across Kabul for these.†
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Have you been to Kabul before, Saboor?†
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Kabul is an island, really. Some say it's progressive, and that may be true. It's true enough, I suppose, but it's also out of touch with the rest of this country.†
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I know what I said earlier, but Kabul isn't that bad.†
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He didn't tell stories anymore, had not told one since he and Abdullah had returned from Kabul.†
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Lately, he thought a lot about the story Father had told them the night before the trip to Kabul, the old peasant Baba Ayub and the div. Abdullah would find himself on a spot where Pari had once stood, her absence like a smell pushing up from the earth beneath his feet, and his legs would buckle, and his heart would collapse in on itself, and he would long for a swig of the magic potion the div had given Baba Ayub so he too could forget.†
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He is the family's success story, perhaps the entire village's too, on account of his working in Kabul, his driving into Shadbagh in his employer's big shiny blue car with the gleaming eagle's-head hood ornament, everyone gathering to watch his arrival, the village kids hollering and running alongside the car.†
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Before he found work in Kabul, Nabi had helped Parwana care for their sister.†
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Kabul was Nabi's escape.†
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Parwana knows that she does it only partially for his benefit and more for the fact that he is her tie to Kabul.†
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So when are you going to show me around Kabul again, brother?†
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Nabi had taken them to Kabul once, the year before.†
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He had picked them up from Shadbagh and driven them to Kabul, up and down the streets of the city.†
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I loved Kabul.†
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I want you to take me to Kabul.†
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I told him we were going to Kabul for a few days.†
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For nearly two days they have traveled through the scrubby terrain, heading toward Kabul, Parwana walking alongside the mule, Masooma strapped to the saddle, Parwana holding her hand.†
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What about Kabul?†
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At the time, I had already been working for Mr. Suleiman Wandati for two years, having moved to Kabul from Shadbagh, the village where I was born, back in 1946—I had worked for a year in another household in the same neighborhood.†
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In those days, the house bore little resemblance to the lamentable state in which you found it when you arrived in Kabul in 2002, Mr. Markos.†
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I cooked for Mr. Wandati, a skill I had picked up first from observing my late mother and later from an elderly Uzbek cook who worked at a household in Kabul where I had served for a year as his help.†
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I would drive us around the city, for hours, without aim or purpose, from one neighborhood to another, alongside the Kabul River, Up to Bala Hissar, sometimes out to the Darulaman Palace.†
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Some days, I drove us out of Kabul and up to Ghargha Lake, where I would park near the banks of the water.†
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After all the fuss about the car died down, I would sit for tea with my sister and Saboor and I would tell them about my life in Kabul.†
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I had found in Kabul, and on occasion visited, establishments where a young man's needs could be addressed with both discretion and convenience.†
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He said it was well known in Kabul that she had no nang and namoos, no honor, and that though she was only twenty she had already been "ridden all over town" like Mr. Wandati's car.†
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She said I had served her meals and chauffeured her around Kabul for a year now and she knew scarcely a thing about me.†
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On the way back to Kabul, Nila slumped in the backseat with her head resting on the glass.†
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When Mr. Wandati eventually buckled—which didn't surprise me, Nila was a woman of formidable will—I informed Saboor and offered to drive him and Pari to Kabul.†
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This was sometime in the late 1950s, long before television had made its way to Kabul.†
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One of them was Mr. Bashiri, a young, recent graduate of Kabul University who worked for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.†
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The 1980s, as you know, Mr. Markos, were actually not so terrible in Kabul since most of the fighting took place in the countryside.†
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Kabul fell prey to men who looked like they had tumbled out of their mothers with Kalashnikov in hand, Mr. Markos, vandais all of them, gun-toting thieves with grandiose, self-given titles.†
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I should say that their years in Kabul were, ironically enough, a time of personal reprieve for me.†
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Thousands of aid workers were flocking to Kabul from all over the world to build clinics and schools, to repair roads and irrigation canals, to bring food and shelter and jobs.†
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You were a surgeon, part of a medical group that had come to Kabul to operate on children who had suffered injuries to their face.†
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He asked if my mind had gone to rot, whether I had any idea what your group was willing to pay, did I have any notion of what rentals were going for now in Kabul?†
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First is that you have me buried in the Ashucian-Arefan cemetery, here in Kabul.†
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In the week that Idris has been back in Kabul, he has found this tone of lighthearted exasperation common among the foreign-aid workers, who've had to navigate the inconveniences and idiosyncrasies of Afghan culture.†
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But now since their arrival in Kabul, Idris has heard him introduce himself only as Timur.†
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(Kabul)
the capital and largest city of Afghanistan; located in eastern Afghanistan