<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Friendship on Basil Labib</title><link>https://basillabib.com/tags/friendship/</link><description>Recent content in Friendship on Basil Labib</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><managingEditor>gs454236@gmail.com (Basil Labib)</managingEditor><webMaster>gs454236@gmail.com (Basil Labib)</webMaster><copyright>© 2020–2026 Basil Labib</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2021 11:37:34 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://basillabib.com/tags/friendship/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Friendship</title><link>https://basillabib.com/post/friendship/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2021 11:37:34 +0530</pubDate><author>gs454236@gmail.com (Basil Labib)</author><guid>https://basillabib.com/post/friendship/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How many times had she, Hasina, and Giti said those same three words to each other,&#10;Laila wondered, said it without hesitation, after only two or three days of not seeing&#10;each other?&lt;br&gt;&#10;&lt;em&gt;I missed you, Hasina.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh, I missed you too&lt;/em&gt;. In Tariq&amp;rsquo;s grimace, Laila learned&#10;that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn&amp;rsquo;t make a show of friendship. They&#10;felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk. Laila imagined it had been this way for her&#10;brothers too. Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its&#10;existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;~A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini&lt;/p&gt;&#10;</description></item></channel></rss>