Orooba Marshaha

Beware, beware…

A frightening silence. I was near her. She was speaking with a discourteous force. She was sitting distractedly, contemplating quietly and silently, her eyes downcast, holding her pen, expressing what was going on in her depths.

Orooba Marshaha is my good friend with overflowing feelings. She is also like the melody of jasmines—weaving from her fragrance the scent of eternal love. I have always craved snippets of the scent of her jasmine. I have always hoped that she collects this essence inside a book. It seems that the time has come for the scent of jasmine to spread.

⁓Fatima Sheikh