“Compassion is the basis of morality.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer
I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officers, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire, or a truckload of men, who look like my father pulling out my teeth and nails, or fourteen men between my legs, or a gun, or a promise, or a lie, or his name, or his manhood in my mouth.”
― Warsan Shire,
“When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky….They will never be the same again because you cannot be the same once you leave behind who and what you are, you just cannot be the same….Look at them leaving in droves, despite knowing they will be welcomed with restraint in those strange lands because they do not belong”
― NoViolet Bulawayo
“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?”
― Martin Luther King Jr.