Quotes by : Hafsah Laziaf

When I think of war, I see blood. Pain and suffering. Nothing good comes from war.But there is good.....

The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it....

I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round,....

... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.