If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

With snow came the kites, once the rulers of Kabul's winter skies, now timid trespassers in territory claimed by streaking rockets and fighter jets.

The broken leaf becomes a waste part of trash...So never show others that you're broken from inside because...people are sitting always to take advantage of your bad time...

They had never been able to sustain fifteen minutes’ conversation with one another without advancing irreconcilable points of view, invigorating in friendships, but in close blood relations producing only uneasy cordiality.

Written By Harper Lee

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