Mut war nicht die Abwesenheit von Angst, sondern die Abwesenheit von Egoismus. Das wurde mir in dem Moment klar. Wenn man die Intressen des anderen über die eigene stellt. Ich hatte Baba falsch eingeschätzt. Er war alles andere als ein Feigling. Wie sollten wir ohne ihn überleben?

He looked me directly in the eye. 'So you live in America?''We do.' I smiled.He stopped, opened his backpack, pulled out an empty tear gas grenade and handed it to me. 'I believe it was a present from your country.' Majid smiled. 'Tell your friends thanks. We got their grenade.

The hardest part for us was watching them harvest our Shamouti oranges.Those were our favourites, thick skinned, seedless and juicy.When the wind was strong, the scent of their blossoms in the spring and their fruit in the summer still reached us.

Permission to buy apricots and oranges from my own trees, the ones my great grandfather planted and i kept alive in drought and war

You cannot go back and make a new start, but you can start now and make a new ending

Good things make choosing difficult.Bad things leave no choice

Courage, I realised, was not the absence of fear: it was the absence of selfishness; putting someone else's interest before one's own.

He who aims too high will get a sore neck

One cannot live on anger, my son.

Hatred is self-punishment. Do you think they're feeling bad because you hate them?