Alnakhla

The palm in my memory is not just a tree, it is a life story. On a clear evening and the stars shine between the palm fronds, my father said, as we sat near the trunk of the palm tree in the courtyards of the house, which he inherited from his father and his father inherited from his grandfather: This Palm Omar of Omar house, planted my aunt safe hands and I do not recall a safe but I remember Nkhaltha.