He tried to recall the look of her eyes the day they first met. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but as he envisioned Kalila's car passing by, he couldn't decide if it was a memory or a dream.

While Kalila didn't quite know what she wanted, she knew what she didn't want. She didn't want to live a charade. She didn't want a marriage of convenience where you were together but alone.

The professor stared straight ahead. He felt Husam's eyes upon him. He clenched his hands together tightly, lest their shaking reveal everything.

As he stretched out his legs, Siraj let out a deep sigh and smiled. I wonder what Prince Bahir’s blonde surprise will be wearing. I'm guessing it won't be a habiya.

I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.

Unity is strength... when there is teamwork and collaboration, wonderful things can be achieved.

I will thank God for the day and the moment I have.

I would walk - not run - to the nearest seismograph.

Learn to let go. You do it a little at a time.

If making money is a slow process, losing it is quickly done.

You never lose the love of God. Guilt is the warning that temporarily you are out of touch.

I love the president Donald Trump. He supports law enforcement and I'm very humbled. I said publicly, recently, pardon or no pardon, I will be with him until the end.

I made clothes because I was looking for something that didn't exist. I had to try to create my own world.

My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.