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Jen R.
is on page 94 of 114
like some dreamer sold to a cause, I still remained a poor insignificant employee. My virtue, like the virtue of all those who are poor, could never be considered a quality, or an asset, but rather was looked upon as a kind of stupidity, or simple-mindedness, to be despised even more than depravity or vice.
— Mar 26, 2026 03:27AM
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Jen R.
is on page 100 of 114
I could employ any number of servants… hire a lawyer… buy a journalist to publish my picture and write something about me... One day, when I donated some money to a charitable association, the newspapers published pictures of me and sang my praises as the model of a citizen with a sense of civic responsibility… whenever I needed a dose of honour or fame, I had only to draw some money from the bank.
— Mar 26, 2026 09:17AM
Jen R.
is on page 99 of 114
On one occasion they put me in prison because I turned down one of these important men. So I hired a very big lawyer, for a very big sum of money. Shortly after, I was released from gaol without charges. The court decided I was an honourable woman. Now I had learnt that honour required large sums of money to protect it, but that large sums of money could not be obtained without losing one’s honour.
— Mar 26, 2026 09:09AM
Jen R.
is on page 94 of 114
I wanted nothing, nothing at all, except perhaps one thing. To be saved through love from it all. To find myself again, to recover the self I had lost. To become a human being who was not looked upon with scorn, or despised, but respected, and cherished and made to feel whole.
— Mar 26, 2026 03:24AM
Jen R.
is on page 93 of 114
When I was a prostitute I never gave anything for nothing, but always took something in return. But in love I gave my body and my soul, my mind and all the effort I could muster, freely. I never asked for anything, gave everything I had, abandoned myself totally, dropped all my weapons, lowered all my defences, and bared my flesh.
— Mar 26, 2026 03:20AM
Jen R.
is on page 90 of 114
’You poor, deluded woman,’ said she, ‘do you believe there is any such thing as love?’
‘Love has made me a different person. It has made the world beautiful.’
— Mar 26, 2026 03:08AM
‘Love has made me a different person. It has made the world beautiful.’
Jen R.
is on page 27 of 114
When they pronounced the word ‘patriotism’ I could tell at once that in their heart of hearts they feared not Allah, and that at the back of their minds patriotism meant that the poor should die to defend the land of the rich, their land, for I knew that the poor had no land.
— Mar 24, 2026 09:12AM
Jen R.
is on page 24 of 114
I had a friend.. She spoke of a cousin with whom she was in love.. I spoke of my hopes for the future. There was nothing in my past, or in my childhood, to talk about, and no love or anything of the sort in the present. If I had something to say, therefore, it could only concern the future. For the future was still mine to paint in the colours I desired. Still mine to decide about freely, and change as I saw fit.
— Mar 24, 2026 08:15AM
Jen R.
is on page 8 of 114
The ground under me was cold. The same touch, the same consistency, the same naked cold. Yet the cold did not touch me, did not reach me. It was the cold of the sea in a dream. I swam through its waters. I was naked and knew not how to swim. But I neither felt its cold, nor drowned in its waters. Her voice too was like the voices one hears in a dream
— Mar 23, 2026 09:58AM
Jen R.
is on page 7 of 114
I stopped for a moment in front of Firdaus’ cell to catch my breath and adjust the collar of my dress. But I was trying to regain my composure, to return to my normal state, to the realization that I was a researcher in science, a psychiatrist, or something of the kind. I heard the key grind in the lock, brutal, screeching. The sound restored me to myself.
— Mar 23, 2026 09:47AM
