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Acknowledgments





                A couple of logistical matters before I give thanks. The village of Shadbagh is
               fictional,  though  it  is  possible  that  one  by  that  name  exists  somewhere  in
               Afghanistan. If so, I have never been to it. Abdullah and Pari’s nursery rhyme,
               specifically the reference to a “sad little fairy,” was inspired by a poem by the
               late, great Persian poet Forough Farrokhzad. Finally, the title of this book was
               inspired in part by William Blake’s lovely poem, “Nurse’s Song.”
                   I  would  like  to  extend  my  thanks  to  Bob  Barnett  and  Deneen  Howell  for
               being  such  wonderful  guides  and  advocates  for  this  book.  Thank  you  Helen

               Heller, David Grossman, Jody Hotchkiss. Thanks to Chandler Crawford, for her
               enthusiasm, patience, and advice. Many thanks to a host of friends at Riverhead
               Books: Jynne Martin, Kate Stark, Sarah Stein, Leslie Schwartz, Craig D. Burke,
               Helen Yentus, and many more I have left unnamed but to whom I am deeply
               grateful for helping bring this book to readers.
                   I thank my wonderful copy editor, Tony Davis, who ventures way beyond the
               call of duty.
                   Very  special  gratitude  goes  out  to  my  editor,  the  hugely  talented  Sarah
               McGrath,  for  her  insight  and  vision,  her  gentle  guidance,  and  for  helping  me
               shape this book in more ways than I can recall. I’ve never enjoyed the editing
               process more, Sarah.

                   Lastly, I thank Susan Petersen Kennedy and Geoffrey Kloske, for their trust
               and unwavering faith in me and my writing.
                   Thank you and Tashakor to all my friends and all the people in my family for
               always being in my corner, and for patiently, gamely, and kindly putting up with
               me. As ever, I thank my beautiful wife, Roya, not only for reading and editing
               many incarnations of this book but also for running our day-to-day life, without
               a whisper of protest, so I could write. Without you, Roya, this book would have

               died somewhere in the first paragraph of page one. I love you.
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