“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
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and… — 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,… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“I do not need to understand words to know he is disappointed I am not a boy. Some things need no translation.… — Shauna Singh Baldwin Copy Share Image
