“Ibrahim’s performance … is spectacular. [...] It’s not just a matter of good writing; it’s how Ibrahim scores it, as might a musician. In tirades, she crescendos so exquisitely that when she reaches a climax, she quenches a thirst of her own devising. You’ll start to hunger not just for her trenchant delivery, but for the lacunae after her verbal smackdowns, when she smiles vacuously, an extra taunt, or her eyes dart left and right, puzzling out where her words came from.”
“In more than 40 years of reviewing theater I have never cried at a play. But as A Thousand Splendid Suns moved toward its heartbreaking conclusion I couldn’t prevent tears from rolling gently down my face. ”
“Around 20 minutes in, [Ibrahim] gives the production its best gesture. [...] In that small moment, Ibrahim telegraphs volumes about their marriage — and the moment it begins to shift.”