“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness,… — 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… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“I had never said those words because there were no words left. My beloved and I were both exiles from language. Our… — 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
