You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the wo — Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the wo — Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the wo — Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the wo — Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the wo — Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
Download Customize

You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the world an apology for your very existence.

— Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
fiction historical fiction literary fiction non linear non linear narrative political fiction political novel psychological fiction psychological novel racism radicalization syria terrorism

More “Fiction” Quotes

We were arrogant and naive, thinking we knew what we felt then was love. Love can be a cheap emotion, lightly given, tho — Alma Katsu, The Taker
They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thoug — Veronica Rossi
Taking a deep breath that smelled of rain, she was poised to move when a hand clasped her elbow. Memories of another han — C.C. Hunter, Taken at Dusk
Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored... — Sarah Kernochan, Jane Was Here
I understand. I know about the women gathering at Lourdes, the visits worldwide. You are all staying at the chateau. The — Karen Clark, Singing in Silence: 2017's Summer Blockbuster
Ivan, task handled, lowered his hand, pausing only to pop his knuckles. He turned to face his apprentice. He cleared his — Drew Hayes, Forging Hephaestus
To be different is a lonely thing, and she has been lonely for such a long time. What she does frightens people, and she — Helen Bell, Shadowless: Book 1 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Renia, tell me: does the thought of dying scare you?’He asked softly, and with such concern in his voice, that it all we — Helen Bell, Restoring the Light: Book 2 of the Ilmaen Quartet
I'm sorry,’ she told him finally, because there was nothing else to say. His dazed expression slowly turned to a frown, — Helen Bell, Restoring the Light: Book 2 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Will you be bringing that outspoken maid of yours?’‘Tela? Yes. If I come.’‘She makes me nervous. I can’t read her.’‘Nor — Helen Bell, Playing a Dark Game - Book 3 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Darona’s face bore the pinched, taut look and shadowed eyes of someone constantly in pain, but the lack of lines suggest — Helen Bell, Playing a Dark Game - Book 3 of the Ilmaen Quartet
Vel took both of her hands and stepped backwards on to the gangplank. ‘No!’ she squealed, pulling him back on to the qua — Helen Bell, Shadowless: Book 1 of the Ilmaen Quartet