A House Without Windows Quotes

“Children always forgive their mothers. That's the way God's designed them. He gives them two arms, two legs, and a heart that will cry 'mother' until the day it stops beating.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“What a burden it is to be born a woman.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“..."there's a special kind of hurt in learning that your parents are not the angels or saviors you wish them to be...”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“It seemed the truth would be of little benefit. Not to people who deemed her testimony only the fraction of a man's. In a flicker of despondency, the words came to her:
What good is a woman's telling of truth
when nothing she says will be taken as proof”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Sometimes it's hard to figure out if you are crazy or if it is the world around you that's insane. Sometimes if you don't lose your mind a little bit, there's no way to survive.
You're not broken my daughter, that's what you have to remember.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Men love for a moment because they are clever Women are fools because they love forever.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Every family was a mystery to outsiders. There was no way to understand a father and his children or a husband and wife by sitting with them and asking a few questions.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Zeba-jan, there’s a special kind of hurt in learning that your parents are not the angels or saviors you wish them to be”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“They both want to help you, but they are men, and men can often only see what they can hold in their hands. The world is made of rocks and wood and meat for them. It's not their fault; it's how they were designed." Gulnaz sighed.
[...]
"And women?" [Zeba] asked thoughtfully. "What is the world to us?"
Gulnaz offered a meek smile.
"Do you not know, my daughter? Our world is the spaces between the rocks and meat. We see the face that should but doesn't smile, the sliver of sun between dead tree branches. Time passes differently through a woman's body. We are haunted by all the hours of yesterday and teased by a few moments of tomorrow. That is how we live—torn between what has already happened and what is yet to come.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“so often reason did not seem to work with people, which was precisely why she’d spent a lifetime getting her point across by other means.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“children always forgive their mothers. That’s the way God’s designed them. He gives them two arms, two legs, and a heart that will cry ‘mother’ until the day it stops beating”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Dignity is not in what work you do,” he insisted to his wife and children who were unaccustomed to seeing him covered in mud and dust. “It’s in how you do that work.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“believing in something makes it a whole lot easier to rise in the morning.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

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― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“They both want to help you, but they are men, and men can often only see what they can hold in their hands. The world is made of rocks and wood and meat for them. It's not their fault; it's how they were designed.'
[...]
'And women?' [Zeba] asked thoughtfully. 'What is the world to us?'
Gulnaz offered a meek smile.
'Do you not know, my daughter? Our world is the spaces between the rocks and meat. We see the face that should but doesn't smile, the sliver of sun between dead tree branches. Time passes differently through a woman's body. We are haunted by all the hours of yesterday and teased by a few moments of tomorrow. That is how we live—torn between what has already happened and what is yet to come.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Men treasure their manhood as God's greatest gift / Because without it, justice is brutal and swift.'
[...] Like links on a chain, the women passed Zeba's couplet from the cell into the hallway, the beauty salon, and beyond. They repeated it to themselves, not wanting to forget the two lines that should have hung like a slogan beneath the prison's name.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“What she could not articulate sometimes came more naturally to her in rhyme.
"Men treasure their manhood as God's greatest gift / Because without it, justice is brutal and swift."
[...] Like links on a chain, the women passed Zeba's couplet from the cell into the hallway, the beauty salon, and beyond. They repeated it to themselves, not wanting to forget the two lines that should have hung like a slogan beneath the prison's name.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“How the world would be different if a woman could judge!”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“In a flash, he understood why it was that everyone in this country looked twenty years older than their actual age. He considered the street children who had swarmed him in Kabul—school-age boys and girls who would not have been allowed to cross the street in New York without an adult’s hand clamped over theirs. Yusuf had been fooled by many of the women in the prison, their bodies and children and weariness making twenty-two-year-olds pass for forty. The men, thin and weathered by jobs that made three days pass between two sunrises. Their lives were in fast-forward but, in other respects, they didn’t seem to be moving at all.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Time passes differently through a woman’s body. We are haunted by all the hours of yesterday and teased by a few moments of tomorrow. That is how we live—torn between what has already happened and what is yet to come.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“Now he survived only by believing that the man he was for minutes at a time could make up for the man he was the rest of the hours.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows