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He saved it for me, and told me one day he needed me to find good work and save it for my little sister. He would help me, but I would have to help Maysoon. He couldn’t do it for us both.
*have your tissue ready here*
Arabs are ridiculous; even if they live a dream life, they want to star in some tragedy. If there is no tragedy, they imagine one.
why does Jasmine have to be sexy? Cinderella and Belle and Aurora—they’re not sexy, they’re pretty.
“sometimes people just have to take your word for it. It’s like someone stepping on your toes and not moving off. Do you really have to explain how the pressure is causing you pain?”
I think you’re beautiful. Your gray hair like steel, the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, the shuffle in your walk—it’s the purest beauty I’ve ever seen.
During his good moments, when he called her “ya binti,” she recaptured him. The way he loved her. She recaptured the way she used to love herself.
*tissues time*
Bad news sounded kinder, almost generous, in Arabic, as if the dead had decided to bestow a gift upon the living.
Dealing with the Israeli authorities was like dealing with an angry, suspicious girlfriend.
The Arabs were a people that knew life could be horrifically unjust and unfair—and yet they cherished it.
just beautiful!
