2 Quotes by N.H. Senzai

Naniamma glanced up, and her eyes met Maya's. The joy Maya saw there made her heart swell. Zara gently lifted out another picture, a shot of the entire family sitting in the garden. In their faces Maya saw herself.

The sisters stared at the list of names, written out in elegant Urdu script- great-grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, long gone and nearly forgotten, as if they had never existed at all. They were real people, thought Maya, and they are a part of me. And they live on through us.