Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away. - Arundhati Roy

What was it that gave Ammu this Unsafe Edge? This air of unpredictability? It was what she had battling inside her. An unmixable mix. The infinite tenderness of motherhood and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.

Love, after all, is the ingredient that separates a sacrifice from ordinary, everyday butchery.

وعندما نحاول ان نصغي فإن كل مانسمعه هو الهمس. ونحن لانستطيع فهم الهمس،لآن عقولنا اجتيحت بحرب.
حرب ربحناها وخسرناها.حرب هي الأسوأ على الإطلاق بين كل الحروب.حرب استولت على أحلامنا،وحلمت بها من جديد.
حرب جعلتنا نعبد غزاتنا ونكره أنفسنا