I mean there is an assumption made that Islam is about submission, and I think that the submission that we have is to God.
As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.
The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.
Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.
I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly — and with very little financial encouragement — saving lives and minds. I can’t think of a more efficient, hopeful or egalitarian machine, expect perhaps the bicycle.
Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.
I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.
You’ll find your one-in-a-million. But you’re sharp enough to know there’s no point in sludging through the first nine hundred, ninety-nine thousand, and ninety-nine to get to him.
He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.
Probably the most visible example of unintended consequences, is what happens every time humans try to change the natural ecology of a place.
There is freedom of speech, but I cannot guarantee freedom after speech