“I've gone and hired myself out. I've hired myself out to Death.” — Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill 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 heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
