Quotes About Identity

Regarding Titanic) Sometimes Zalmai would saunter in and watch this game. What did he get to be, he asked. You can be the iceberg, said Aziza.

Children aren't colouring books. You don't get to fill them with your favourite colours.

El mundo no ve el interior de las personas, y que poco importan las esperanzas, penas y sueños que albergamos bajo una máscara de piel y hueso. Es así de sencillo, cruel y absurdo.

Aún no nos han presentado como es debido —dije. Le tendí la mano—. Soy Amir. Miró primero la mano y luego a mí. —¿Eres el Amir del que me hablaba agha padre?

I cringed a little at the position of power I'd been granted, and all because I had won at the genetic lottery that had determined my sex.

nereye giderseniz gidin ülkeniz peÅŸinizden gelir.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends

But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle…Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

Nothing wrong with cowardice, as long as it comes with prudence, but when a coward stops remembering who he is, God helps him.

My eyes returned to our suitcases. They made me sad for Baba. After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life: one disappointing son and two suitcases. Someone

Laila ascoltava, sperando che la mamma si accorgesse che lei, Laila, non era diventata una shahid, che era viva, lì, nel letto accanto a lei, e che come tutti nutriva una speranza per il proprio futuro. Ma Laila sapeva che il suo futuro non poteva competere con il passato dei fratelli. Le avevano fatto ombra da vivi, l'avrebbero cancellata da morti.

Pria sejati tidak membaca puisi dan tentu saja mereka tidak pernah menulisnya! Pria sejati, anak laki-laki sejati bermain sepak bola.

There were times when, like a word on the tip of her tongue, Mariam's face eluded her. But now, in this place, it's easy to summon Mariam behind the lids of her eyes.

Afghanistan adalah negeri milik bangsa Pashtun. Dari dulu begitu, dan akan selalu begitu. Kita adalah orang-orang Afgan sejati, orang-orang Afgan murni, tidak seperti si Pesek ini. Kaumnya mengotori tanah air kita, watan kita. Mereka mengotori darah kita. Aku bilang Afghanistan untuk bangsa Pashtun. Itulah pandanganku. Hitler sudah terlambat. Tapi kita belum - Assef

Una mina. C'è un modo di morire più afghano di questo, Amirjan?

ya no pensó en lamentarse, sino que se sintió invadida por una sensación de paz completa. Recordó las circunstancias de su nacimiento, como hija harami de una vulgar aldeana... Sin embargo abandonaba este mundo como una mujer que había amado y había sido correspondida. Lo abandonaba como amiga, compañera y protectora. Como madre... era el fin legitimo para una vida de origen ilegitimo...

That must be our man," Farid said. The tall Talib with the black

To me, it's nonsense—and very dangerous nonsense at that—all this talk of I'm Tajik and you're Pashtun and he's Hazara and she's Uzbek. We're all Afghans, and that's all that should matter. But when one group rules over the others for so long…There's contempt. Rivalry. There is. There always has been. Maybe

the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone.

children s are not the coloring books where you can fill your favorite colors

Kabulul devenise pentru mine un oraÈ™ al fantomelor. Un oraÈ™ al fantomelor cu buze de iepure. America era diferit?. America era un fluviu impetuos, nep?s?tor cu trecutul. Puteam s? m? scufund în fluviul ?sta, s?-mi las p?catele s? se înece la fund, s? las apele s? m? duc? undeva, departe. Undeva unde nu sunt nici fantome, nici amintiri, nici p?cate. Chiar È™i numai pentru asta, am adoptat America.

Rahim Kan se echó a reír. —Los niños no son cuadernos para colorear. No los puedes pintar con tus colores favoritos.

It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that.