A Garden From The Past

A Garden From The Past

We’d stand out here and smoke cigarettes and chat about fishing. And although my visits were short, they stayed with me for a long time. We’d look down at the court yard and we’d find the wind to let the ash pass the neighbours. A garden from the past it is. It was. He’s not here any more, Ibrahim. May Allah have mercy upon his soul.

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