Kara

“Grown-ups, who are supposed to protect their children, are limited by what "best" has felt like to them, based on the circumstances they grew in and the privilege they did or did not have. The lines between grown-up and child were often blurred between me and my mom. Her "best" did not look like mine; in fact, it looked like danger. It felt like surrender.”
― Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir

“I often found people back home in Toronto to be apathetic and apolitical, perhaps a result of the comfort and ambivalence that advanced queer rights can breed. Many Canadians who enjoyed the fruits of decades of activism did not see any need to advocate for the rights of queer and trans people of colour.”
― Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir

“My mother had failed to give me a better life than hers because she didn't have the blueprint to show me what my best could look like.”
― Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir

“Our separate--and very different--evenings reminded me how far we'd drifted from each other. Our relationship, which at the best of times had felt platonic, now felt like an obstacle to our happiness. I was living with a roommate I had nothing in common with. And I had changed: I barely resembled my former self, the version of me who sought acceptance and security--or was it invisibility?--in a heterosexual marriage.”
― Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir