And this is why animals are losing faith in humanity, seriously lollllzzz. Tariq said that one of the men who shared his cell had a cousin who’d been flogged once for painting flamingos. He, the cousin, had a seemingly incurable thing for them. “Entire sketchbooks.” Tariq said. “Dozens of oil paintings of them, wading in lagoons, sunbathing in marshlands. Flying into sunsets too, I’m afraid.” … “Flamingos”, said Laila. “Indeed,“ he said. “Flamingos.“ When the Taliban had found the paintings, Tariq said, they’d taken offence at the birds’ long bare legs. After they’d tied the cousin’s feet and flogged his soles bloody, they had presented him with a choice: Either destroy the paintings or make the flamingos decent. So the cousin had picked up his brush and painted trousers on every last bird. “And there you have it. Islamic flamingos.” Tariq said. Excerpt from Hosseinis A Thousand Splendid Suns
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