Nadia Hashimi Quotes

He believes that people have destroyed religion and religion has destroyed people. He says he believes in God, but he doesn't believe in people.

But her personality made her glow. People looked at her and couldn't help but smile.

Love grows wildest in the gardens of hardship.

But trying to conjure my mother was like trying to hum a song I'd never heard.

That was her escape, I realized. Where her body couldn't take her, her mind went.

Ghafoor came from a modest family in a nearby village and had been given to the palace in exchange for a cow.

He did not live in fear of God because, he reasoned, a merciful God would not create us only to punish us for trivial earthly matters.

It's best not to depend on the gray haired. We're too close to God to rely on,

That's what being a mother is, isn't it? Waiting for a rounded belly to tighten in readiness; listening for the sound of hunger in the moonlit hours; hearing an eager voice call even in the camouflage of traffic, loud music, and whirring machines. It's looking at every door, every phone, and every approaching silhouette and feeling that slight lift, that tickle of opportunity to be again - mother.

We all cross a hundred peaks to get even this far. And there will be more before we each make it to whatever God has fated for us.

Refugees didn't just escape a place. They had to escape a thousand memories until they'd put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day.

Some truths need to be said out loud before they can be believed

But times change. Everything changes. Birds fly away, one by one.

Her father read a prayer over the mound of dirt and they looked at each other, quietly wondering which of them would join the others first.

Fiction, if done right, can bridge cultural divides. Stories can be a footpath for a reader to step into another land and view its indigenous practices and beliefs through a local lens, instead of a telescope.

When things are rough, people look for an escape. A way out. Sometimes it's hard to find the right way.

That is the problem with gifts, Madar-jan. They are always given away.

Every promise we kept, every squeeze of the hand, every secretive smile we exchanged, every crying child we comforted- every one of those moments narrowed the distance between us.

Some would call that lucky but lucky is relative

But being without a mother is like being stripped naked and thrown into the snow.

On education - Every bit does some good. I'm lucky I know how to read. It's a candle in a dark room. What I don't know, I can find out for myself. It's easier to fool someone who can't figure things out on his own.

Truths can be wholly contradictory, the blackest black and the whitest white at the same time.

There were things they said out loud to each other, things they whispered with a twitch of the face, and things that were stoically hidden.

People who are beset by tragedy once and twice are sure to grieve again. Fate finds it easier to retrace its treads.

There are truths and lies and there are things in between, murky waters where light gets bent and broken.

It's never easy to leave one's home, especially when there are only closed doors ahead of you.

The elderly become invisible sooner than we would hope.

Life has typhoons. They come and turn everything upside down. But you still have to standup because the next storm may be around the corner.

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A conversation began to take shape between us. A conversation that happened in unspoken words, in false words, in knowing glances.

I was pretty sure everyone was praying for different things. I wondered how Allah would sort it all out.

It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.

The human spirit, you know what they say about the human spirit? Is is harder than a rock and more delicate than a flower petal.

The hell with naseeb. Naseeb is what people blame for every thing they can't fix.

This life is difficult. We lose fathers, brothers, mothers, songbirds and pieces of ourselves. Whips strike the innocent, honors go to the guilty, and there is too much loneliness. I would be a fool to pray for my children to escape all of that. Ask for too much and it might actually turn out worse. But I can pray for small things, like fertile fields, a mother's love, a child's smile - a life that's less bitter than sweet.

Children are touched by heaven - their every breath, every laugh, every touch a sip of water to the desert wanderer. I could not have known this as a child, but I know it as a mother, a truth I learned as my own heart grew, bent, danced, and broke for each of my children

But I was afraid. Maybe he would believe me, take my word that the guards had let me go. That Badriya had said it was all right. That I did nothing inappropriate or shameful at the resource center. Impossible. We

Fate will make things right in the end, though only after the work has been done, the tears have been shed and the sleepless nights have been endured.

The person most likely to drown in the river is the one who believes he can swim.

Only as an adult can a child imagine his parent as a whole person, as a husband, a brother, or a son. Only then can a child see how his parent fits into the world beyond four walls.

Yes, well, people are very good at destroying things, good things.

As children inch their way into adolescence, the parent changes. He is an authority, a source of answers, and a chastising voice. Depending on the day, he may be resented, emulated, questioned, or defied.
Only as an adult can a child imagine his parent as a whole person, as a husband, a brother, or a son. Only then can a child see how his parent fits into the world beyond four walls. Saleem had only bits and pieces of his father, mostly the memories of a young boy. He would spend the rest of his life, he knew, trying to reconstruct his father with the scraps he could recall or gather from his mother.

Can a mother commit a greater sin than ignoring her intuitions?

..."there's a special kind of hurt in learning that your parents are not the angels or saviors you wish them to be...

Even righteousness is an ambiguous thing.

He tried to work alongside his father as a carpenter but a man who had been taught only to destroy found it hard to create.

If you wait to dance on the moon, you may never dance at all.

An entire lifetime can change in one afternoon. The rest of the world can continue on, unaware of a quiet, solitary cataclysm occurring a few feet away.

Cornered mothers pray for strange things.

Do as you must -- you are not a child. But understand that there are many people willing to make your life more difficult. It is up to you to find a way to make things easier for yourself.

Sometimes it's hard to figure out if you are crazy or if it is the world around you that's insane. Sometimes if you don't lose your mind a little bit, there's no way to survive.
You're not broken my daughter, that's what you have to remember.

It was surprising how many days and years mattered not at all. His story, the heart of him, was really made up of only a handful of seconds or minutes. The rest was empty road, an expanse that only prolonged the travel from one point to another.

Children always forgive their mothers. That's the way God's designed them. He gives them two arms, two legs, and a heart that will cry 'mother' until the day it stops beating.