Abbu Quotes

My point, dear sister, is that we all have people who we bend ourselves for the approval of. For you and me, it's Ammu and Abbu. For Hani, it's her friends. We all need to fit in, or need approval. You and Hani aren't that different, if you think about it.

Doctor, teacher, engineer, our Nishat could be anything she wants to be," Abbu says, clapping me on the back proudly. It's the most he's said to me in weeks, but there's a plasticity to his smile, a solemness to his voice. Nishat can be anything she wants to be, except herself.

We all change,” I said offhandedly. “We get older, a little wiser … we learn not to judge people and things by homelands, language, gender.” “Do we?” Abbu grinned. “So we do. Yes, Sandtiger, the woman is much better than I expected. But there is still much I can teach her.” “Wait till she warms up.” I showed him my teeth. “Better yet, wait until she sings.” Abbu wasn’t listening.

I love you, you know?” Priti says after a moment of silence passes between us. “Like … if I had to choose between an awful guy that Ammu and Abbu approved of and you, I would choose you every time.

Who sings lamentations for our bones? Who remembers our genocide? Three million people... can you even c o u n t to three million? People. Abbu never let me look at the bodies, but his memory contains them all.