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"There are no more prayers in me except prayers to her; my imagination can shape no other figure but hers; I see everything around me only in its relationship to her."

"If we always kept our hearts wide open to receive the good things Life has in store for us daily, we would soon have strength enough to bear the bad when they come.”

"I still like to read , but since I seldom have the opportunity to read, it must be something I can really enjoy. And I like those writers best who help me find my world again, where the sort of things happen that happen all around me, and the story is as interesting and sympathetic as my own life at home, which may not be paradise but is, on the whole, a source of quite inexplicable joy to me.”

"The illusion that life is but a dream has occurred to quite a few people, and I feel the same way about it. When I see the limitations imposed on man’s powers of action and inquiry and observe how all his efficiency is aimed at nothing but the satisfaction of his needs, which in turn has but one purpose—to prolong his miserable existence"

I was leading the life of a half-wit, and I had quite lost even the energy to think of suicide.

They say that love flies out the window when poverty comes in the door, It doesn't mean that when a man's money runs out he's shaken off by women. When he runs out of money, he naturally is in the dumps. He's no good for anything. Finally, in desperation, he shakes off the woman. The proverb means that when a man becomes half-mad, he will shake and shake and shake until he's free of a woman.

People talk of "social outcasts." The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a "social outcast" from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

Time to Plough through this considering the chaotic geopolitical states

'My counsellors helped me see that I was lured into a world I was too naive to understand, and was taken advantage of in the most merciless way. Now I know I wasn’t a child prostitute. There’s no such thing; only children who have been horrifically sexually abused and a price put on their heads.'

'The little girl who dreamed of being an air hostess and travelling the world had left for good the night he had taken me to that house, and I wasn’t sure if she’d ever return.'

'Now, I had two choices: obey his every command and have him use and abuse me, like a piece of meat. Put up with the constant phone calls, the rough, painful sex and the abuse. Or, risk saying something and have him do to Mum – and maybe, God forbid, my little sisters – what he’d done to me. What else could I do, but never defy this man again?'

"...but ultimately they’d wanted the same thing – easy sexual gratification without any emotion or thought for anyone they embarrassed or hurt in order to get it."

Ebi was upset when he saw Leora. “Why do they subject such young children to wearing the hijab in a school where all students and personnel are female? No one can peek inside. Why the hijab?”
Leora began to kiss the posters of the ayatollahs that were displayed everywhere we went.She had learned to wave her fists in the air and chant “Death to America” and “Death to Israel.” She had no idea where these places were

“Just a few years ago before we met, I was here with my friends. I would walk the sandy beaches in my swimsuit, and no one bothered to look at me. Now, a few strands of hair peeking out of my headscarf is enough to have me arrested. I can’t even go in the water with my husband.”

They had divided the beach into two sections: the women to the left, and the men to the right.
I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I turned to Ebi and sarcastically said, “Moses parted the Red Sea, and now, Khomeini has parted the Caspian Sea.”