Mahtob Mahmoody > Quotes

“What’s there to lose in believing? If I’m wrong and death is the end, then what have I lost? Nothing. If the Bible is true and I don’t believe, when I die I go to hell. You’re the mathematician, you tell me—is that not a worthwhile wager? I”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“As hard as I fought to hold on to my anger, to continue to hate my dad, the tugging of the good memories eventually found an inroad to my heart. No one is all good or all bad. The reality that my father would forever be a part of me was inescapable. A big part of making peace with myself was rediscovering the good in him and claiming that as my inheritance. The act of forgiving wasn’t like flipping a switch—forgiven . . . unforgiven . . . forgiven . . . unforgiven . . . forgiven.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“The spoken word possesses a mysterious power. In silence, truths can be denied, but once they’re paired with words and uttered aloud, they are transformed into tangible, salient entities from which there is no hiding.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“I’ve seen firsthand how the bad leads to a generous abundance of good.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“For the Love of a Child.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“Ronald Reagan’s words, “Information is the oxygen of the modern age. . . . It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire. It wafts across the electrified borders.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“The body is reached through the spirit. First you have to heal the soul. Then you can work on the body.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“Mrs. Hatzung, my teacher, said if we committed something to memory, no one could ever take it away from us.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“And the emotional toll of the disease was perhaps the most difficult aspect for me. It was brutal to be trapped in a body that made simple daily functioning so arduous.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“To this day, I believe one of the worst things we can do to people is to have low expectations for them.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“Within minutes my whole body hurt. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being stabbed by fiery hot needles—a penetrating, unscratchable itch mixed with violent, shooting pain. We didn’t stay out long, but by evening I had turned red as a lobster. Most of my skin was blistered, and I was in agony. It didn’t seem possible that I could be so badly burned so quickly. I had”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“For several years I’d had occasional headaches, but by the time I was twelve or thirteen, they started striking more regularly and intensified into full-blown migraines. I spent many of those Friday nights lying on the couch in the dark, enjoying the distant sounds of Bob and Lori’s merriment and drifting in and out of sleep, willing the throbbing and the nausea to subside.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

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― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“As the weeks in Paris passed, however, my energy waned. Some days I was too tired to go anywhere. Mom thought I was getting lazy, always wanting to sleep in and begging to spend my days sitting around. It became a mild source of conflict between us. She was on a mission to change the world, and I was content to nap on the couch with an unopened book on my lap. We had no way of knowing then that a much more ominous problem was lurking under the surface.”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, My Name Is Mahtob: The Story that Began the Global Phenomenon Not Without My Daughter Continues

“de tu privilegio, lo pierdes»”
― Mahtob Mahmoody, Mi nombre es Mahtob (Biografías y memorias)