Quotes by Christian F. Burton

While Kalila didnt quite know what she wanted, she knew what she didnt want. She didnt want to live a charade. She didnt want a marriage of convenience where you were together but alone.

Suddenly, despite all the fun shed had, Azzah felt down. Watching the champagne bubbles sparkle and fizz in her glass, she realized by tomorrow all the bubbles would be gone, and shed have to go back to her flat, dull, fizz-less life.

Look at me, Nasim. Faith is not always easy. Sometimes, doing the right thing hurts. While revenging your brothers death might fill a temporary void, it would only contribute to the cycle of violence that took your brothers life in the first place. More than likely, you would hurt someone who knew nothing of you brothers death. You would hurt someone who had contributed nothing to your pain, and then what? How are they to react? Where do they turn for justice? More violence?

Eyes closed, she let her pain float away with the prayers, higher and higher, around the mosques minarets, and up to the sky. She thought about the old Arabic saying that a woman has only two exits. One exit leads from my fathers house to my husbands. The other leads from my husbands house to my grave. Im not ready for the second exit yet.

He tried to recall the look of her eyes the day they first met. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but as he envisioned Kalilas car passing by, he couldnt decide if it was a memory or a dream.

The professor stared straight ahead. He felt Husams eyes upon him. He clenched his hands together tightly, lest their shaking reveal everything.

The route to his hotel had been committed to memory a long time ago. From the overflowing trashcan on the corner to the feral cats that frequented the dumpsters behind the nearby shawarma shop, Jamison knew every detail.

The reality of his predicament hit him hard. There’s no way out of this now, save arrest or death. Professor Ratib had made it sound so academic, but it wasnt. Regardless of whether were attacking human- or infrastructure-related targets, its terrorism. If Husam thinks that I’m a risk, I’m dead.

How long will we stand in silence while half of our nation is chained by ancient, outdated laws? How long will we close our eyes to a tribal mentality that subjugates women in the most base and dehumanizing ways? How long will we hide in the shadows while the ruling elites bask in the rays of wealth and privilege?

So many tankers come down with maintenance problems all at once. I do not think that the press is telling us the whole story. Then again, maybe they are just a little slow on the uptake. The truth will reveal that Allah has truly blessed us.

You can tell Allah that when he judges you. Explain how you helped them build their obscene wealth. Explain how you helped them dole out scraps to the general population in order to keep it in check. Explain how you looked the other way while your employers raped the holy land for their own benefit and enjoyment. And why did you look the other way? So you could keep your modest civil servant post. Take the money,” Siraj insisted as he pushed it across the table. “Youve done more to earn it than I have.

As he stretched out his legs, Siraj let out a deep sigh and smiled. I wonder what Prince Bahir’s blonde surprise will be wearing. Im guessing it wont be a habiya.