Nadia Hashimi Quotes

It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.

Every promise we kept, every squeeze of the hand, every secretive smile we exchanged, every crying child we comforted- every one of those moments narrowed the distance between us.

Some would call that lucky but lucky is relative

Can a mother commit a greater sin than ignoring her intuitions?

Yes, well, people are very good at destroying things, good things.

The elderly become invisible sooner than we would hope.

Cornered mothers pray for strange things.

That’s what being a mother is, isn’t it? Waiting for a rounded belly to tighten in readiness; listening for the sound of hunger in the moonlit hours; hearing an eager voice call even in the camouflage of traffic, loud music, and whirring machines. It’s looking at every door, every phone, and every approaching silhouette and feeling that slight lift, that tickle of opportunity to be again—mother.