Afghanistan is the land of my past, the place where I had laughed and cried, but it was no longer my home.
阿富汗是我过去的一部分，是我欢笑与哭泣的土地，但它已不再是家。
The question is, are we happy to suppose that our grandchildren may never be able to see an elephant except in a picture book?
她们开心地为别人活着，没人留意她们所做出的牺牲。最后，炉上的小蟋蟀停止了甜美的歌唱，灿烂的阳光消逝，只留下了寂静和阴影。
"Identity is not fixed; it is fluid and constantly evolving."
I don't count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting.