There is a way to be good again.

Educate yourself, learn about what refugees face when they don't have homes, after they have lost everything.

Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.

When I go to Afghanistan, I realize I've been spared, due to a random genetic lottery, by being born to people who had the means to get out. Every time I go to Afghanistan I am haunted by that.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person's heart

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.