By: Aliaa Fathy
It’ s as if every place holds a memory.
Here’ s a memory, there’ s a memory, and countless memories here and there.
As if the images are linked to the places.
We pass by places and a memory from them haunts us.
Images appear before us. We may long for them, or they may touch a memory etched deep within our hearts.
How swiftly the days pass, so close together. The past feels like just yesterday.
The days pass quickly, becoming memories. Time is strange, so incredibly fast. Places and homes transform into repositories of memories. All that remains are walls and the lingering shadows of remembrance. We remember even the smallest details : companionship, laughter, a cup of coffee and a mug of tea.
We feel an overwhelming longing for moments gone by, moments that have departed, leaving an indelible mark on our hearts, one we can never forget.
