Quotes About Community

For he that contributes only to his own welfare soon finds little to work for. He that contributes only to the welfare of others soon finds too much of others and has lost the appreciation of self, or of its ideals." (3478-2)

The kids were happy. They had added another to their numbers. They didn't want to set the world on fire. They just wanted to be less alone in it.

??ng ch? trích mái nhà hàng xóm nhi?u tuy?t trong khi cá»­a nhà mình không s?ch.

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.

I wanted to tell them that, in Kabul, we snapped a tree branch and used it as a credit card. Hassan and I would take the wooden stick to the bread maker. He'd carve notches on our stick with his knife, one notch for each loaf of naan he'd pull for us from the tandoor's roaring flames. At the end of the month, my father paid him for the number of notches on the stick. That was it. No questions. No ID.

Take two Afghans who've never met, put them in a room for ten minutes, and they'll figure out how they're related.

Mostly, though, I dream of good things...I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets..again and music will play in the...houses and kites will fly in the skies.

Prinsip Baba dalam menyelenggarakan pesta adalah: Bukan pesta kalau kau tidak mengundang semua orang di seluruh dunia.

Los afganos cuidan y protegen las costumbres, pero aborrecen las reglas.

8- I walk in dusty sunsets through streets lined with graffiti-stained walls, past tin-shed stalls packed tightly against one another, crossing paths with little girls carrying basketfuls of raw dung on their heads women covered in black soot boiling rags in huge aluminum vats.

9- I watch the kids shooting marbles on sidewalks that melt into muddy gutters, the old women sitting in doorways, the street vendors in dhotis squatting on their mats, scrapping coconuts, hawking marigold garlands.

Lalu dia akan mengingatkan kami tentang ikatan persaudaraan bagi orang-orang satu susuan, ikatan persaudaraan yang tak akan bisa diputuskan, bahkan oleh waktu.

Nul ne pourrais compter les lunes qui luisent sur ses toits Ni les mille soleils splendides qui se cachent derrière ses murs.

If you went from the Shar-e-Nau section to Kerteh-Parwan to buy a carpet, you risked getting shot by a sniper or getting blown up by a rocket—if you got past all the checkpoints, that was. You practically needed a visa to go from one neighborhood to the other. So people just stayed put, prayed the next rocket wouldn't hit their home.

His parents were executed in the street. The neighbors saw it. You have death certificates? - Death certificates? This is Afghanistan we're talking about. Most people there don't have birth certificates.

Recordé algo que en una ocasión Baba había mencionado sobre los pastunes. «Puede que seamos cabezotas, y sé que somos excesivamente orgullosos, pero, en un momento de necesidad, créeme que no hay nadie mejor que un pastún a tu lado.»

Dia berhenti bicara kepada warga desa, karena dia yakin bahwa mereka menggunjingkannya di belakang punggungnya. Kata mereka, dia pengecut karena dengan suka rela menyerahkan anaknya. Dia tidak pantas menjadi ayah. Ayah sejati akan melawan sang div. Dia akan mati membela keluarganya.

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Ojalá recordaras las calles atestadas, con aquel olor a kibbeh frito, y los paseos que dábamos al atardecer con tu madre por la plaza de la Torre del Reloj.

Most of our neighbors in Fremont were bus drivers, policemen, gas station attendants, and unwed mothers collecting welfare, exactly the sort of blue-collar people who would soon suffocate under the pillow Reganomics pressed to their faces.

I remembered something Baba had said about Pashtuns once. 'We may be hardheaded and I know we're far too proud, but, in the hour of need, believe me that there's no one you'd rather have at your side than a Pashtun.

Tea, politics, and scandal, the ingredients of an Afghan Sunday at the flea market.

And they call themselves Muslims, he whispered.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life. Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib