How true is it that humanity refuses compromise during prosperity, and reaches out for arbitration when weak.

Poverty can turn a person into a flaming torch for change and revolution, without which mankind would come to a standstill.

(All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadness)

I've often observed that women can be the weakest link in women's rights.

Where were the peacekeepers? Where was the UN? Why was the entire world ignoring Saddam's attack upon his own people? Were we Kurds considered so unworthy, so disposable? I longed to stand at the top of the mountain and shout out, Where are you, world? Where are you ?

I thought to myself, beware of those who look like a rose, for even roses have spikes.