Komal Qureshi

“I responded to the gravity of an invisible moon at my core, and I undertook journeys I had not expected to take.”
― Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist

“The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame
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The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt.
Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before.
Moth Smoke Lingers.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“And with a last stardrop, a last circle, I arrive, and she's there, chemical wonder in her eyes.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“We are all migrants through time.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Exit West