I was raised by dadi, wise and bold, a book in one hand, and a watering can in the other, flowering her rooftop plants. Waking up, at the crack of dawn, the sun stretching and yawning. She whispers. SubhanAllah
Tag: sunrise
Awakening
The red sun is awake. It warms up my heart, and memories rush to my mind. I get up with her, as she shines brightly with the color of dawn. She’s my little memory. My little piece of heart that grows every time I do.
