Get Out of Your Shell

When I look back at the life I have lived, it plays like a movie in my mind and brings back the nostalgia of days gone by. I remember the peaceful neighborhood that I used to live in with the loud classical music, cousin gangs, and forming dancing groups over a new song video clip released. I can still smell the aroma of the toasted cheese sandwich with Karak, a local name for milk tea, at the swimming pool in Aunt Sheikha’s house, and I’m still speechless at how fast the time tends to slip through our fingers.