Take the journey.

If I was blind folded I would know what to do.
I'd use my nose to lead me true.
Out of my apartment I smell stray cats, they've come for shelter 'cause its summer and they have no hat.

If the wind blows I hope the sand don't raise I can smell the heat of the Arabian skys.
In the court yard the aroma of the date palm trees.

I'll exit the courtyard and let the aroma of the tameeze shop lead the way.
The dhal on the fire and Chinese broads beans .
Across the road a Turkish man is carving out the meat,
A dish of shawarma is always an ideal treat.

At the corner the ice-cream van is churning,
I can smell the rubber of the motor burning.
I'll make a left I'm sure it's the gas station my nose ignites at the fumes from the carburetor.
In front of the station Bedouins stand
Batiek(Cantaloupe), Hab hab(watermelon) and romaan(pomegranate).
Nana(peppermint), Bagdonise(parsley),kazberri(coriander)
Caspian and large tomatoes line the way.

The broast shop is near
chicken and chips with garlic dip.
I think I'll take a trip.
At the Syrians it's waraq-al Enab.
Mashi at the Eqyptians the zucchinis are young.
Samosa at the Pakistanis
Basbosa is being prepared by the Saudis maid.
The camels dinner is being prepared the smell of old bread is in the air.


At the park nearby the odor of sweaty children some playing soccer and soem eating popcorn.
The castle is being renovated fresh paint for the wedding party.
The body shop stands in wait, sweet scented attar escape the gate.

I'll stand still and raise my frock
My neighbor's sewage is leaking over the rocks.
At home at last, the maid is cooking
I'm sure its kapsa I can smell the mutton.

This city lacks flora and fauna
There are no flying carpets.
For heavens sake I'm in Al-Madianh Al- Munawarah.

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