Zara Khan

“The wast majority of my thoughts revolved around her as though she was the center of my mind's gravity.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“It’s going to be fine, Edward. This is going to work out for the best. You deserve happiness, my son. Fate owes you that.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“Imama: Accha mai ek arab likh deti to kya krte
Salar: To ek arab bhi de deta
Imama: Kahan se dete? Fraud krte?
Salar: Kyu krta? Kama kar deta
İmama: Sari umar kamate hi rehte fir ?
Salar: Accha hota sari umar tumhara karzdar rehta.”
― Umera Ahmed, Peer-e-Kamil/پیر کامل