Back Sparks Like Stars
Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Part I
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Part II
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Epilogue
  68. Author’s Note
  69. Acknowledgments
  70. About the Author
  71. Also by Nadia Hashimi
  72. About the Publisher

Imperialism and colonialism are two-handed thieves, robbing nations of their destinies and their histories. The artifacts of Ai-Khanoum, like Afghans displaced by war, can be found around the world. The plunder of antiquities is receiving more thoughtful ink these days. I recommend Afghanistan: Hidden Treasures from the National Museum, Kabul, and Afghan Art and Architecture through the Ages by Hamid Naweed for those interested in the arts and civilizations unearthed by archaeologists.

Aryana’s story is not my story, though I leaned into my personal experiences more for her than perhaps any other character I’ve written. Like me, she was an Afghan American physician in training in New York City on 9/11, when America’s gaze swiveled back to Afghanistan and struggled to sort out friend from foe. And as physicians, both of us have had the privilege of sitting with families in their most vulnerable moments.

In the years since the coup, conflict in Afghanistan has claimed far too many lives. Those who survived plod forward bearing scars and trauma. Nadia Anjuman, a poet murdered by her husband, left behind verses that are fusions of hurt and hope. The title of this book comes from her stirring work, The Night’s Poetry.

I hope I’ve done this sliver of history justice.

Acknowledgments

My village came through for me again and I am more grateful than ever. To my husband, who wears a great many hats when it comes to my stories, your belief in me sustains me. Thank you to my beloved early readers and cheerleaders—Mom, Dad, and Uncle Isah. To my most precious book club—Zoran, Zayla, Kyrus, Cyra—may we always gather over stories. To my circles of friends and family, I can’t imagine this journey without you. You know who you are.

Thank you to Louise Taylor, a former Foreign Service officer stationed in Kabul during the Saur Revolution, who provided invaluable insights. To those who collected and curated the oral histories at the Association for Diplomatic Studies and Training, I have spent hours delving into the past and enjoyed every bit of it. Thank you for making this available. A princess wave to Arzo Wardak, who helped nudge Anastasia into this story.

Helen Heller, you bring every manuscript I give you closer to its destined form. Your instincts are invaluable. Rachel Kahan, you are a true ally and make bookshelves adventurous, richer, and more honest reflections. Big hugs of gratitude to you both.

Many thanks to the team at William Morrow who have beautifully packaged this story and helped deliver it to readers—Mumtaz Mustafa, Cindy Buck, Jennifer Hart, Stephanie Vallejo, Allison Hargraves, Camille Collins, Kaitie Leary, and Liate Stehlik.