Echoes Of Fulladu 2: The Scent Of Home – The Standard Newspaper

Echoes Of Fulladu 2: The Scent Of Home – The Standard Newspaper

That night, Matou sat alone beside her bundle of clothes, fingering the cowrie shell hidden in the hem of her wrapper. She did not cry. She had no more tears for humiliation. Only a gnawing ache of distance. She remembered the storytelling nights in Jeshwang, when her father Yerro sat by the fire, puffing on his pipe, recounting tales of cunning hares and clever girls who outwitted jinns. “Tal taa leh,” he would begin, and everyone would respond…