“Crape Myrtle trees line our streets. They awaken at the onset of Irans mid-day heat. They turn their leaves up, lifting their branches to give the azure Middle-Eastern sky an open-mouth kiss. Row after row blushes with red blossoms of ecstasy. Noshahr--where every hill has its own story, every valley its own poem, every girl her own heartache . . . that's for certain.” YaKissMafiNgLittle FiresAccidentals Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“Maybe he was honor-bound to lock us in, by some imagined duty? Perhaps this was an Islamic preparation to make us contended wives? Were these locks supposed to dampen useless dreams that sparked needless desires? Or, was he a mad man, sick and demented?” FatherYaDementedShoutMafiNg Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“Although my words were temperate and well-expressed, they seemed to repulse Ava. My timing has never been precise. Ava regarded me the way a widow spider examines a housefly. She laughed loudly, a vulgar Occidental laugh, the laugh of a person who wraps their next meal in silk before draining their lifeblood. But, I have been known to imagine things.” YaOffbeatPersepolisMafiAccidentalsAlbertalli Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“Father has occasionally taken Sarah to work and made embarrassing introductions to young interns. I can only imagine what humiliations are in store for me.” Without MeritMafiNgLittle Fires Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“I suppose by most girls' standards, Armand is hot. But he shops more than a woman. I'm sure those are not the right words. Note to self: I must think of more masculine ways to describe Armand.” Without MeritMafiNgLittle Fires Book:Persianality Source: Persianality