Ayesha At Last Quotes

Just remember to pack light. Dreams tend to shatter if you're carrying other people's hopes around with you.

It's not enough to find someone you love. You have to be ready for that love, and ready to make changes to welcome it into your life.

Sometimes there were no words, only sunshine on your heart. Alhamdulilah.

What do you see when you think of me, A figure cloaked in mystery With eyes downcast and hair covered, An oppressed woman yet to be discovered? Do you see backward nations and swirling sand, Humpbacked camels and the domineering man? Whirling veils and terrorists Or maybe fanatic fundamentalists? Do you see scorn and hatred locked Within my eyes and soul, Or perhaps a profound ignorance of all the world as a whole? Yet . . . You fail to see The dignified persona Of a woman wrapped in maturity. The scarf on my head Does not cover my brain. I think, I speak, but still you refrain From accepting my ideals, my type of dress, You refuse to believe That I am not oppressed. So the question remains: What do I see when I think of you? I see another human being Who doesn’t have a clue.

[Khalid] took a deep, calming breath, and smiled at her, channeling his inner shark. Or at least, dolphin.

The assumptions he saw in strangers’ eyes as they took in his beard and skullcap were painful to acknowledge. Khalid had considered shaving or changing his wardrobe many times over the years. It would be easier for the people around him, but it wouldn’t feel right. This is who I am, he thought.

Because while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Muslim man must be in want of a wife, there’s an even greater truth: To his Indian mother, his own inclinations are of secondary importance.

Oh, honey, nobody knows how this thing works. It just happens. Your heart and gut take over, and your mind has to go along with them, because it’s going to happen no matter what. Sometimes you get a sign, and sometimes the sign gets you.

Your defect is a tendency to judge everyone,' Ayesha said. 'And yours,' he said with a smile, 'is to willfully misunderstand them.

No, she is not with child,” Khalid said tightly. “She’s a virgin, and so am I.” There was a stunned silence among the men. “You’re not supposed to say that out loud,” Mo said. “There are women present.

A good teacher grows, they’re not born.

He is a person, complicated and confused. Just like you.

Sheila left her hand outstretched for another moment, cold eyes locked on his face. Then she slowly pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “I should have assumed as much from your clothing. Tell me, Khalid: Where are you from?” “Toronto,” Khalid answered. His face flamed beneath his thick beard; he didn’t know where to look. “No,” Sheila laughed lightly. “I mean where are you from originally?” “Toronto,” Khalid responded again, and this time his voice was resigned. Clara shifted, looking tense and uncomfortable. “I’m originally from Newfoundland,” she said brightly.

Just remember to pack light. Dreams tend to shatter if you’re carrying other people’s hopes around with you.

Nana was right --she must let events run their course. Things would work out on their own. Inshaallah.

This is simply the plot twist at the end of act four.” -Nana, Chapter Forty, Page 293

Khalid does not belong to Hafsa. He does not belong to you either. He belongs to Allah, and Allah is the One who will determine your young man's fate, as well as yours.

Therefore, merciful Mother that bore me, to thee I make my prayer. Oh, let his true love atone my sin; or, if it may not be, then give me death, the last and most blessed of thy boons!

Sometimes prayers floated upto heaven. Sometimes they hung around here on earth and waited for you.

Khalid forced himself to focus on the conversation, despite his racing heart. The urge to gather her in his arms was overpowering.

Pam writes: I’ve been waiting years. Our DNA matched as mother and daughter, so I know it’s you. Your last name is the same as my case manager’s. I believe she’s the one who took you. But you were my Ayesha Kaye.

Your presence in a relationship is not indicative of commitment but rather inertia. Standing before your friends and family and pledging your love and loyalty is an essential ingredient of a long-lasting union.