The Jewel of Medina

...but I realized now that love was more than a feeling. Love was something you did for another person...

Trying to forge my own destiny had nearly destroyed me, but his love held the power to heal.

Hasta que aprendiera a controlarme a mí misma, no sería capaz de controlar mi destino

Running away has been futile. Wherever I went life would be the same. Resisting my chains only seem to tighten them. Yet all around me women found ways to slip those bonds, to discreetly flout the rules and then return to their so-called captivity before anyone noticed.

Al-Lah alone decides whether we live or die. The rest is vanity.

Tenía en mis manos la posibilidad de vivir la vida que yo deseaba; no luchando ni huyendo, sino recurriendo a mi ingenio.