31 Quotes & Sayings By Khadija Rupa

Khadija Rupa is an Indian-American journalist, author and former news anchor. The daughter of a Moroccan Muslim father and a Hindu mother, she was born in New York City. She holds a master's degree in international relations from Johns Hopkins University. Khadija has lived in the United States since the age of six and is currently based in New York City.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you...
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Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there. Khadija Rupa
Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of...
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Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever. Khadija Rupa
From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my...
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From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere. Khadija Rupa
Do you love me enough that I am allowed to...
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Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places? Khadija Rupa
What about those Promises of yours to never leave me?...
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What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words– Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart. Khadija Rupa
The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I...
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The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before. Khadija Rupa
I feel the pain–everywhere.
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I feel the pain–everywhere. Khadija Rupa
I threw myself so far in your depth that it...
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I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you. Khadija Rupa
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
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Someday, even my existence would be felt. Khadija Rupa
Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be...
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Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places? Khadija Rupa
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I didn’t want a story–a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standing there in its real form. I don’t know them. I don’t want to. They too must not know me. They too must not recognise me as their owner. Khadija Rupa
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She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores. Khadija Rupa
But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies...
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But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments. Khadija Rupa
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But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on. Khadija Rupa
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So every time I lose one of my shoes and my brother looks at me angrily thinking I’m trying to catch a prince with a lost shoe, or mistakenly cuts myself and the whole world around me thinks I’m trying to attract a vampire, I just laugh sounding like a complete stranger to them. And to everyone like them. I know I don’t need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here…not in this world. And that definitely doesn’t mean, I lost them. . Khadija Rupa
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This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to. Khadija Rupa
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It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end. Khadija Rupa
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In that silence, I dream to be. Khadija Rupa
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There is a sad end I used to liveeven before I knewthis is how I was meant to begin. Khadija Rupa
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To show you all my scars, is not to tell you that this Dunya would always leave you wounded, and bruised, and on knees, but to show you that see, healing is always possible. Healing is easy. Healing is beautiful. Khadija Rupa
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My eyes always keep searching, for something inexpressible, above the far away sky. I long to get lost, inside the evening-twilight. Silence always tickles me –in a strange way; I meet “me”in the time between sunset and darkness. Khadija Rupa
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Through my seeking of what is beyond beautiful, of what is intriguing, of what is free from all imperfections and wrongs, I realise my soul is not from here. I belong to a different place, from a different world, a different existence. Khadija Rupa
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Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you? Khadija Rupa
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Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore. Khadija Rupa
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But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be. Khadija Rupa
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Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it. And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories. And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way. Khadija Rupa
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And they can’t understand, what hurts more– Missing the other person, or pretending not to. Khadija Rupa
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When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt. Khadija Rupa
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How could she be someone’s mistake? Khadija Rupa
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Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home. Khadija Rupa