Soul Of Jasmine..

Well my blog was supposed to be all about Jasmine of Damascus but unfortunately my thoughts and social life had interfered and changed the whole place into another thing, lol, 3adi.

My last trip to Damas filled my soul with the smell of Jasmine, and now I am back with a fresh "smell" and thoughts and a much better mood.

Nizar Qabbani once said:


لا أستطيع أن أكتب عن دمشق , دون أن يعرش الياسمين على أصابعي

ولا أستطيع أن أنطق اسمها دون أن يكتظ فمي بعصير المشمش والرمان , والتوت , والسفرجل

ولا أستطيع أن أتذكرها , دون أن تحط على جدار ذاكرتي ألف حمامة .. وتطير ألف حمامة


And me, I just can't think about Damascus without smelling the sweet Jasmine.. I wish that one day someone will bring me a neckband of Jasmine "tawq yasameen", it would be the best gift ever,, I wish to give my daughter the name of "Jasmine",, I wish to plant Jasmine all over my garden.. Maybe this would make me feel home..