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

I feel so honored to be able to say "What I do is for my son" without that being an excuse to do stupid things (like what I've heard from some moms over the years, doing lazy, stupid things and then saying it's all for their children). No, I will not say that everything I do, I do for God! And no, I will not say that everything I do, I do because I am a sacrificial saint who is in love with people and should be canonized one day! I've had enough of those lines! Overkill already! It will take the love of a mother to change the world.

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.

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 ?