My brother is one of my true heroes. Steady and sober where I am impulsive and emotional.
I love Germany so much that I preferred when there were two.
Power wears out those who don't have it
You sin in thinking bad about people - but, often, you guess right.
I recognize my limits but when I look around I realise I am not living exactly in a world of giants.
If a citizen who's committed many crimes, instead of going to prison would say something against me or another politician, or against any other well known person. . . I don't want to be disrespectful to anybody but someone who's killed twenty people could easily tell a lie.
My father died when I was two years old. But my mother was quite capable. She raised three children with his war pension which was peanuts. Yet we did not want for anything. We grew up with a certain parsimony, which is a nice thing. Then if life gives you more good, otherwise you get used to. I'm still thrifty.
School is where you go between when your parents can't take you and industry can't take you.
What I want is to talk about how someone raised Muslim struggles with the same stuff that everyone else theoretically could. Obviously, the particulars are different, but everybody can sympathize with being forced to answer for their identity, the colour of their skin or their religion. A lot of people struggle with mental illness or romance or failed marriages - these are all parts of my own struggle. I read them through the lens of Islam because that's the particular language I grew up in, but the grammar is universal.
We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. . . The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance.
Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.