Dinner in Afghanistan…

When I was staying with a kind Afghan family while visiting Sufi shrines in Afghanistan–and making all kinds of new friends–we feasted on large plates of fresh fruit after each delicious meal. Last night in Lebanon, I had dream about Afghan food–and it’s a shame we don’t have any here in Beirut…

The smell of apples arises
from the orchard of my soul.
One whiff and I am gone –
Toward a feast of apples
I am going…

— Rumi