The evening sun settling into my hair; brown eyes glittering reflections of Kashmiri mountains against the horizon.
Nestled amid valleys of white gold, our small yet cosy home
My own little vegetable patch
Your vehicles of choice lined up outside
Our children’s giggles skipping across and under and over, the kittens, chicks, billy goats scampering around
And horses – two of them
One yours and one mine
That is a prayer I wish to see come true one day.
In sha Allah