Quotes About Survival

The lucky ones, the ones who weren't here when the place was getting bombed to hell. We're not like these people. We shouldn't pretend we are. The stories these people have to tell, we're not entitled to them.

I lay on the side of the dirt road next to a rocky trench, looked up to the gray morning sky, thankful for air, thankful for light, thankful to be alive.

What I have in ample supply here is children who've lost their childhood. But the tragedy is that these are the lucky ones.

And yet, she sees, people find a way to survive, to go on.

Kalau kau tidak terus-terusan melihat ke langit, kau tidak akan bertahan lama.

Zendagi migzara

But for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, even her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.

But, miraculously, something of her former life remained, her last link to the person she had been before she had become so utterly alone. A part of Tariq still alive inside her, sprouting tiny arms, growing translucent hands.

Kabul is . . ." Idris searches for the right words. "A thousand tragedies per square mile.

Zendagi migzara," he said. Life goes on.

You know a bomb crater can be made into a swimming hole. You have learned dark blood is better news than bright.

Kami meninggalkan mayat-mayat itu di jalan, dan kalau keluarga mereka mencoba menyelinap untuk menyeret kembali mayat-mayat itu ke rumah mereka, kami tak akan ragu menembak mereka. Kami membiarkan mayat-mayat itu menjadi santapan anjing. Daging anjing hanya cocok untuk anjing.

She said this in a pragmatic, almost indifferent, tone, and Mariam understood that this was a woman far past outrage. Here was a woman, she thought, who had understood that she was lucky to even be working, that there was always something, something else, that they could take away.

marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief.

but, for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents' deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, ever her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

Aku melarikan diri karena aku adalah seorang pengecut.

Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.

desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief. And yet, she sees, people find a way to survive, to go on. Laila thinks of her own life and all that has happened to her, and she is astonished that she too has survived, that she is alive and sitting in this taxi listening to this man's story.

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.

Rubble and beggars. Everywhere I looked, that was what I saw.

Kesopanan tidak hilang gara-gara perang. Dalam masa perang, kesopanan dibutuhkan, lebih daripada dalam masa damai.

The wars had made fathers a rare commodity in Afghanistan.