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Hannah
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“Even for upright men, the conscience-stricken kind
The world if women’s still an insult to the mind;
But freedom’s here, deliverance’s day won’t wait-
Come men and women, raise your heads, don’t hesitate;
What use is wringing hands and tearing clothes in fear,
The turmoil of these times will end, thé day is here”
Kasma’i 1883-1963
— Mar 02, 2025 12:37AM
The world if women’s still an insult to the mind;
But freedom’s here, deliverance’s day won’t wait-
Come men and women, raise your heads, don’t hesitate;
What use is wringing hands and tearing clothes in fear,
The turmoil of these times will end, thé day is here”
Kasma’i 1883-1963
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Hannah
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“I love peace […] I’m unfit for the rowdiness of domestic war” Alam Taj (1883-1947)
— Sep 07, 2025 03:42PM
Hannah
is on page 55 of 345
“We cannot build a house upon
This flowing flood of emptiness
Or think of life eternal in
This ruin where we briefly stay”
Pari Khan Khanom 1548-1578
— Jan 11, 2025 12:39AM
This flowing flood of emptiness
Or think of life eternal in
This ruin where we briefly stay”
Pari Khan Khanom 1548-1578
Hannah
is on page 44 of 345
“We sleep together and you never satisfy me
I talk to you at night—your silences defy me;
I’m thirsty, and you claim you are the Fount of Life—
For God’s sake, where’s the water then that you deny me?”
Mehri (14th/15th c.)
— Jan 04, 2025 01:09AM
I talk to you at night—your silences defy me;
I’m thirsty, and you claim you are the Fount of Life—
For God’s sake, where’s the water then that you deny me?”
Mehri (14th/15th c.)
Hannah
is on page 42 of 345
“From now on I renounce renunciations”
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“Jahan, be careful not to say
Too much; it’s pitiful
To give a jewel to someone who
Can’t see it’s valuable”
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“The grief’s so scorched my heart that when I’m dust
That dust will show my sorrow all too well;
My house that was a shining paradise
Is darker now than any dungeon cell”
Jahan Melek Khatun (c.1324-c.1384)
— Jan 04, 2025 01:02AM
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“Jahan, be careful not to say
Too much; it’s pitiful
To give a jewel to someone who
Can’t see it’s valuable”
*
“The grief’s so scorched my heart that when I’m dust
That dust will show my sorrow all too well;
My house that was a shining paradise
Is darker now than any dungeon cell”
Jahan Melek Khatun (c.1324-c.1384)
Hannah
is on page 23 of 345
“The drops of sorrow Heaven rains on me
Have sent me wandering over land and sea —
Ah, would that they could bring me to the place
That frees me from the being that is me”
Delshad Khatum (14th c.)
— Jan 04, 2025 12:39AM
Have sent me wandering over land and sea —
Ah, would that they could bring me to the place
That frees me from the being that is me”
Delshad Khatum (14th c.)
Hannah
is on page 13 of 345
“I wish I had the heart to write a letter and complain;
I wish I had the soul to find the right words for my pain—
I’m so distracted, crazed with wretchedness, I pick my pen
And paper up… and start to cry…
And throw them down again” Mahsati (1089-1159)
— Jan 02, 2025 01:36AM
I wish I had the soul to find the right words for my pain—
I’m so distracted, crazed with wretchedness, I pick my pen
And paper up… and start to cry…
And throw them down again” Mahsati (1089-1159)
