“People who roam these roads in their metal cars don't feel, don't see. They will honk and curse if an accident happens in front of them, while the people on motorbikes, on bicycles and rickshaws, will stop to help. They… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“Poor Chameli. Born an anomaly and abandoned at birth. God knows what she must have gone through as a child. How many times must… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“How carelessly we used words, thoughtless of the trail of slime and sludge they left behind. Mouth, tongue, teeth, all sullied with the rot… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness, that is… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“Nobody thinks of protecting others from themselves. It's the people who claim concern and love who damage us the most.” — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“It's funny how we give meaning to the chirping of birds and, in turn, silence human beings.” — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“I'd morphed, altered, nipped and tucked away bits of my personality for so long, I no longer recognized myself. I feared that one day,… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“It is not often that I have two options to choose from. It is nice to be compelled towards something, otherwise one drifts through… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“They were happy, I thought. As a child, laughter is all you need as proof of happiness. As a child you don't know there… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“He taught me to read the Holy Book. I wish that he hadn't, ji. It hurt me and confused me to learn about ideas… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“I was an utterance in absentia. I was a forgotten word, uttered and mislaid long ago. I was the word that existed because there… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“You taught me to think, and you put ideas in my head. People read to forget. Books don't change the world, ji. You didn't… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“Imprisonment leads to either love or hate of the incarcerator. I chose love.” — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness, that is… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“People who roam these roads in their metal cars don't feel, don't see. They will honk and curse if an accident happens in front… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
