Each city possesses a distinctive smell that is completely its own. When I stepped into Cairo for the first time as I exited the airport, the air smelled like warmth and earth. It was a stark contrast to the crisp clean scent of the home I had left behind.
My father happily walks into my room handing me a mug of tea, hoping it would make me smile. As I take a whiff, I smell the aroma that teases me from a distance on my desk. Just like the smell of pie teases passerby’s from the kitchen windowsill in Saturday morning cartoons. The aroma…
Recall the story of Abraham and him asking Allah, how do you make the dead alive? And Allah told him to slaughter 4 birds and put them on the mountains. And then, Allah brought them alive… Many of us have heard this story. I offer a different take on this story, which by no means…