Quotes by : Nadifa Mohamed

Mogadishu the beautiful - your white-turbaned mosques, baskets of anchovies as bright as mercury, jazz....

As their figures recede, it strikes Filsan as ironic that they had delayed fleeing so they could take....

In her orchard the trees had been born from deaths they marked and grew from the remains of the children....

I stood in bars, clothed but naked, looking from their eyes to my feet and back again. Still there was....