The words evoke a pungent smell of dank leaves and windfalls… memories of an orchard years before… a childhood recollection long forgotten but suddenly reawakened from the depths of my consciousness, where it has lain dormant, buried beneath the decades and the layers of debris that have settled. Unexpectedly unearthed now the sweet, heavy scent of rotten apples rises in my nostrils for a moment and scenes flit soundlessly across my mind’s eye; dappled sunshine on leaf-strewn grass, standing self-consciously amongst the trees with the neighbours’ children as their father speaks with the farmer, more fruit than we can carry gathered in our jumpers, piling into the back of their beat-up car to return home with bags of green and rubied treasures.
26.08.2016
Salaam alaikum, just wanted to drop a quick comment to say I have really been appreciating your writing lately. I read you past four or five posts, and now this one and they are all so beautifully written ma shaa Allah, I almost feel like I am feeling these things with you. Can’t wait to read more in shaa Allah! 😊
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May Allah reward you for your encouragement ya ukhti… I’ve been enjoying your posts too… Much of what you’ve written about the revert experience has really resonated with me. Jzk. X ws
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