“I'm a simple village girl who has always obeyed the orders of my father and brothers. Since forever, I have learned to say yes to everything. Today I have decided to say no.” TodayOrderGirlFatherSimpleForeverBrotherDecidedVillageI Have LearnedFather And Brother Author:Nujood Ali
“A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.” MenWellsKindLittlesDifferentStoriesUseBodyLife IsFatherWaterWhitePoorRichCuttingWrittenDogMarkBonesFleshHipsRanNecksReliefReachingPensVillageChestsScarBlankRopePillowWhipsSpineCottonRich ManPoor ManCollarsPremiumButtocks Author:Aravind Adiga
“When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.” ChildrenHomeBeautifulFatherStrangePaperDecidedDiedSymbolsMeatGermanyScoreVillageCoveredGeeseButchersWrappingSmall Villages Book:The Secret Lives of People in Love Source: The Secret Lives of People in Love
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain
“I grew up in a kibbutz in the Galilee, but we were surrounded by Arabic villages, so I heard all these sounds and all this music. My father was very close friends with one of the Bedouin tribes, so I would always go there, to weddings, and I was always very fascinated by that music.” FatherSoundHeardGrewGrew UpVillageFascinatedTribesClose Friends Author:Maya Beiser