“Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not,
Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not.
If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive,
Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.”

—  Khaled Hosseini , book A Thousand Splendid Suns

Source: A Thousand Splendid Suns

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