"ما لم نتعلّم كيف نحبّ خلق الله، فلن تستطيع أن نحبّ حقاً ولن نعرف الله حقاً". - Elif Şafak

once there was, once there wasn't, God's creature were as plentiful as grains and talking too much was a sin.

You see, unlike in the movies, there is no THE END sign flashing at the end of books. When I've read a book, I don't feel like I've finished anything. So I start a new one.

Motherlands are castles made of glass. In order to leave them, you have to break something – a wall, a social convention, a cultural norm, a psychological barrier, a heart. What you have broken will haunt you. To be an emigré, therefore, means to forever bear shards of glass in your pockets. It is easy to forget they are there, light and minuscule as they are, and go on with your life, your little ambitions and important plans, but at the slightest contact the shards will remind you of their presence. They will cut you deep.