Elif

Elif

To live and let live…
Knowing that my scent is in the swaddling clothes that wrap a baby's body, wandering around in the dough of bread slowly rising on the hot stone of the oven, coursing through the veins of a pregnant woman with the fresh chickpeas she craves and from there penetrating into the being within her body... Thus, feeling proud of being the first and last stop of the ring that constantly turns in the universe.
How beautiful and honorable it would be to know that you will live until the last day…