You smell of Sudan, she says as Aslaa gets in the car. I want to ask what that smell is like. What does Sudan smell of?
Cotton, sesame, and sugar are produced in Sudan, Africa’s largest country.
I have never set foot in Africa, but I can imagine the desert, the sand, the burning sunrays. I can imagine the smell of sweet sugar. I can imagine walking down a steep desert land, a wind of dust pulling me back.
I would like to smell Sudan. I would like to smell the sugar and the cotton.
I wonder if I smell like Iran or has it been too long? Have I lost the smell, the scent of its dust? And what do I have left?
Memories. I still have memories.