|Our Jasmine minutes before I left|
It is amazing how little things can trigger such an old series of memories.
Today after a thorough attack of home cleansing. I decided to burn some incense ( وشَّق ) which was brought from back home to enjoy its essance.
( I became expert in doing this without turning the fire alarm on ...lol... )
Of course the scene wouldn't be complete without a clear glass cup of green tea with mint and almond.
That's all what I need to fly back in time ... to land on our green garden back home...
Where I found myself realxing as a little child in my Grandma's soft lap , undre the Jasmine bush.
The small white delicate Jasmine flowers stare at me, alluring me and everyone else to pickt it, while my grandma braids my hair and tells me stories about the days which have gone by.