“I feel that God made my body perfect the way I was born. Then man robbed me, took away my power, and left me a cripple. My womanhood was stolen. If God had wanted those body parts missing, why did he create them? I just pray that one day no woman will have to experience this pain. It will become a thing of the past. People will say "Did you hear, female genital mutilation has been outlawed in Somalia?" Then the next country, and the next, and so on, until the world is safe for all women. What ahappy day that will be, and that's what I'm working toward. In'shallah, if God is willing, it will happen.
Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You made me so happy. I don’t want you to be lost or afraid or anything like that. From here on out, I know things might be hard sometimes. But no matter what, please don’t ever regret the time we spent together.
This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
Auch wenn es dafür keine Anzeichen gibt, erhoffe ich mir ein wundersammes Happy End für diese Geschichte. Doch auch wenn kein Wunder geschehen sollte, bin ich jetzt nicht mehr der Meinung, dass alles, was bisher war, umsonst gewesen ist.
You and I are gonna be okay. You know that, right? We may not be ashappyas you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let's just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are, and that will be better, okay? I think that will be better.
You smile, but you're not really happy. You ask, but you don't want to know. You talk, but you aren't saying anything. You laugh, but you don't find it funny. You cry, but it doesn't mean anything. You get up, but you're not really awake. You sleep, but you aren't resting. You're alive, but you aren't really living.
We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive ahappy moment, or say goodbye just one last time, we never can, because the sands of time continue to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over.