1) The bus moves slowly. A few stops remain until my workplace. The ringtone of a fellow passenger’s Nokia, resembling my mother’s ringtone, makes me get off right there.

2) It’s April 2 on the solar calendar. While wandering around my neighborhood, I enter a forested, mountainous area. The smell of a barbecue grill drifts in. I’m transported to the past, to family trips across every possible mountain, plain, and forest.

3) I’m sitting at the dock, completely losing track of time. It’s 2 a.m., and I take a taxi home. The scent of the car heater plays with my mind. 9 p.m., light snow, tea by my side, the car heater, Ramadan, on my way to an iftar gathering, excitement to see the cousins. Warmth inside, not a trace of stress or negativity. Early adolescence and pure serenity. The aroma of soups and colorful dishes. The sound of Rabana.

4) Sitting in a barbershop, the warm air from the blow dryer fills the space. I’m transported back to age 7-8, visiting the barbershop once a month with my father.