Memoirs of a Seventy-Year-Old Girl, Paperback Book, By: Lamees Khalifah

Here we were, and here we played, and there we stayed up, and that jasmine under our western window, and the glass veranda is still as we left it, carrying our memories within its walls, and its windows opening onto the city, repeating our songs and our songs, and hearing the echo of our laughter, whispers, and conversations, and the stories of my mother that she never gets tired of, and the things she memorizes. Poems and poems, anecdotes and jokes by Abu Nawas, Harun al-Rashid and his wife Zubaida, and the anecdotes of your uncle Omar and his loud laughter, and Samia’s melodious voice in old stanzas and roles, and our collective turquoise songs with harmonious voices: The nights of old have returned. our families have returned. the loved ones of the past have returned to controlling us. I swear to God. Once upon a time.