Hira Mariam Quotes

“Bitter truths have the power to expect backups if they are shared at all.”

“Bitter truths have the power to expect backups if they are shared at all.”

“Bitter truths have the need to expect backups if they are shared at all.”

“Either I can go back to my childhood or my childhood can come forth to me. This is what I'm desperately wishes...”

“When its the right time; it will happen - stop rushing! In my believes; this is the only idea to gather "tolerance" and ultimately it can lead to the final "P" of peace, that is PATIENCE!”

“Learning is experiential! The more I experience the more I learn. I love this interdependent process!”

“Our relationship with the world can only be better when we know ourselves well!”

“Read! It is as important as breathing until you are breathing.”

“...one could accept Muhammad as a genuine mystic—just as one could accept Joan of Arc's voices as having genuinely been heard by her, or the revelations of Saint John the Divine as being that troubled soul's 'real' experiences—without needing also to accept that, had one been standing next to the Prophet of Islam on Mount Hira that day, one would also have seen the Archangel.”

“Amid the echoes of the roar of the guns in Flanders, the world is inclined to overlook India's share in it all and the stout proud loyalty of Indian hearts. May this tribute to the gallant Indian gentlemen who came to fight our battles serve to remind its readers that they who give their best, and they who take, are one.”

“... I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. Regret… When it comes to you, Mariam jo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret that I did not open the door and take you in. I regret that I did not make you a daughter to me, that I let you live in that place for all those years. And for what? Fear of losing face? Of staining my so-called good name? How little those things matter to me now after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps that is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. Now all I can do is say that you were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and that I never deserved you. Now all I can do is ask for your forgiveness. So forgive me, Mariam jo. Forgive me, forgive me. Forgive me...”