فُتحت
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
نبحث في الدُّرج…
نبحث في الدُّرج…
رسالة مختومة واحدة تنتظر Saima.
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.