Memory Is Never Complete. There Are Always

I Knew I Hated Him As Only A Woman Can Hate A Man, As Only A Slave Can Hate His Master.

But I Feel That You, In Particular, Are A Person Who Cannot Live Without Love." "yet I Am Living Without Love." "then You Are Either Living A Lie Or Not Living At All.

Yet Not For A Single Moment Did I Have Any Doubts About My Own Integrity And Honour As A Woman. I Knew That My Profession Had Been Invented By Men, And That Men Were In Control Of Both Our Worlds, The One On Earth, And The One In Heaven. That Men Force Women To Sell Their Bodies At A Price, And That The Lowest Paid Body Is That Of A Wife. All Women Are Prostitutes Of One Kind Or Another.

Memory Is Never Complete. There Are Always Parts Of It That Time Has Amputated. Writing Is A Way Of Retrieving Them, Of Bringing The Missing Parts Back To It, Of Making It More Holistic.

Everybody Has To Die, Firdaus. I Will Die, And You Will Die. The Important Thing Is How To Live Until You Die.