In these myriad ways, we carved out our lives in Los Angeles. Yet falling asleep was often an act of travel, taking me quickly by the hand so that I am instantly surrounded by verdant foliage, the ocean's emerald roar, the voices of Alice, Mala, our grandmother. Those most familiar and beloved of women. But there are also nightmares. Over and over I dream of a small house, a glittering lagoon, a mango tree, and a young girl. She stands before me and her large bruised eyes do not leave mine. When she unpins the sari fold at her shoulder and pulls it away from her, I see sunset-colored bruises on her delicate clavicles. When she undoes her sari blouse, I see the grenades tucked like extra breasts under her own. It is grotesque. I wake trembling, and her eyes stays with me for hours. .Nayomi Munaweera
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"Sometimes, in standing up for what you believe in, you lose yourself. You can get so caught up in the fight that your life gets all jumbled up. This is not who I am; this is not my style. But, I know that if I don't stand up for what I believe in, then I'll just be sitting there wondering where my life went wrong."
Source: Island Of A Thousand Mirrors
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