Badz

“I realized that this was all she ever wanted. A daughter who would follow the rules, grow up, and marry a suitable man. Who she could play dress up with, like she was now. But I was not a doll and I was not who she wanted me to be. That part hurt the most. That she would go to all these lengths to prove she was right but not even try to understand who I really was and what made me happy.”
― Sabina Khan, The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali

“A lethargy took over and I just wanted to sleep the time away. I stared listlessly at the ceiling, trying to remember the last time I'd felt normal, just carefree and happy. It should have frightened me but instead, I felt an intense longing to close my eyes and never open them again. It was so much easier this way. I felt nothing, no pain or yearning.”
― Sabina Khan, The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali

“Maybe he was reaching out to me through those words, and I let him slip away. I stayed silent. If I had written to him more often, been more honest, would it have helped him work through some of his problems so he wouldn’t have run away from home? Maybe if I tried to find him, I would have. Maybe he wouldn’t have become an addict if someone were there for him.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been killed in the street by the police, his death tallied as an improvement to society.”
― Randy Ribay, Patron Saints of Nothing

“She hums. It must be unconscious. She never hums a full song, only a few notes. Sometimes the same three notes over and over. Sometimes just one note in different lengths, creating more of a beat than a tune, like she is scared of silence.”
― Jenny Mustard, Okay Days