Bouchra Bouz

“I stare at him for a few more minutes, my heart expanding with love for him.
We'll be OK,' I whisper, letting the night capture my wish. We're owed that at least. A life of not scanning rooftops, of not being relieved the ceiling didn't cave in on us during the night.
He and I are owed a love story that doesn't end in tragedy.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow

“I hoped. And hope is a jagged knife. Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all.”
― Mai Corland, Five Broken Blades

“I finally realize that this boy with the old sweater and the disheveled brown hair who wears his heart on his sleeve is beautiful.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow

“Are not all mothers capable of being monsters when it comes to their children?”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi