Liyah

“Why does God do it? Why should we pray? Why believe at all?"
"Because what religion -- many religions really--offers is comfort when it's all too much. A reason for the pain. A hand in the darkness if we reach for it."
"What if it's not real? The hand? What if you reach for it, and it disappears?"
"I'm not going to tell you what's real and what isn't, that's for you to decide. But I do think that the hand is what we need it to be. Not what we want it to be.”
― Sabaa Tahir, All My Rage

“Oh, my children. My little ones. I have such dreams for you both. The world is right, finally. For here, in this sweet, deep night, I see now that you were always two halves of a whole, two hands interlaced, two voices raised to a melody sung in time.

Bear witness, then, to the beauty of each other's lives. Bear witness and burn bright as one.

The white around me dims, a gentle embrace. My baba, his dark eyes kind, steps out of the blue. He offers a hand.
"Come now, little butterfly," he says. "Time to sleep.”
― Sabaa Tahir , All My Rage

“This life is jihad—struggle," Shafiq says. "Sometimes the struggle is more than any sane person can bear. I won't judge your father for his jihad, Salahudin. How dare I, when I couldn't begin to understand it?”
― Sabaa Tahir, All My Rage

“The more you ask for," she'd say, "the better. Because it means you put your faith in something greater than yourself.”
― Sabaa Tahir, All My Rage