War. Or, rather, wars. Not one, not two, but many wars, both big and small, just and unjust, wars with shifting casts of supposed heroes and villains, each new hero making one increasingly nostalgic f...
Cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.
They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.
She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had love...
Rahim Khan laughed. Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.
In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could--a l...
I suspect the truth is we are waiting, all of us, against unsurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
I rescued him from the certainty of a turmoil and put him in a turmoil of uncertainty.
I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they’re dead-on. But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché.
I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on.
He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.
For a time, I was quite literally at loss as to what to do with myself. For more than half a century I had looked after Suleiman.My daily existence had been shaped by his needs, his companionship. Now...
My books are love stories at core, really. But I am interested in manifestations of love beyond the traditional romantic notion. In fact, I seem not particularly inclined to write romantic love as a n...
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
إن القصص كالقطارات المتحركة لا يهم من أين تركبها ، لأنك ستصل إلى غايتك آجلا أم عاجلا على متنها ..
We stayed huddled that way until the early hours of the morning. The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots...
The ordinary, utterly mundane reason behind the massacre makes it somehow more terrible, and far more depressing. The word 'senseless' springs to mind, and Idris thwarts it. It's what people always sa...
She wondered what it would be like to live with him, to see him every day. She pictured herself handing him a towel as he shaved, telling him when he nicked himself.
Rahim, a boy who won’t stand up for himself becomes a man who can’t stand up to anything.
Marriage can wait, education cannot.