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Hannah
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“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)
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Hannah
is on page 132 of 345
“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 127 of 345
“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
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”
*
“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
*
“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.)

