Jasmine Flower Scent

“The Jasmine Flowers” is a story written by Ayla Deniz in 2022. This story is about a woman who came to visit her ex-husband. She is surprised when she sees her husband in his old apartment, and his wife is moving with a wheelchair. She looks everywhere, and every time memories come alive for her as if they are just happening… the events of her life are all remembered in silence… the story had many ups and downs, and at the end of the story, you will be shocked.

Some selections from the story:

The white Jasmine was spread in the middle of the street from my hand. I came to my senses with a loud noise from the car that braked. I got sad for them, with what hope they had placed themselves in my hands. I sat down on the ground to collect them so that the driver got his head off. He pulled out the car and said: “Excuse me, I honked too much, didn’t you notice?” It is a dangerous and busy street.

I looked at the driver and nodded my head as a sign of approval, then left the jasmine alone. After that, I walked away from there.

I was anxious; I didn’t know what was going to happen. My heart felt heavy. I did not want to return. I accelerated my steps. The alley was full of red flowers hanging on the walls. The fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating, and it reminded me of all the days of my life.

People were crossing the street indifferently.

My darlings, I am beside the waves of the beach for you. It is a reflection of the moon to say that you are in my heart, like a picture of the moon’s face in the water. ♡♡♡♡

I have been away from you for many years. I have reached my twenties, to the point where we used to tell each other about our dreams. Do you hear the sound of the sea? I stand up to go to eternity!

My beautiful JASMINE… My world has shrunk. How about your world? You see, I’m not well, it’s taken, but I’m living.

Khosrow’s mother’s voice came from the yard and she shouted, “Khosrow, how are you?”

A few minutes later, Khosrow’s mother was standing in the middle of the room. She had a rough and ugly look… I never liked her. She wanted to attack me, but Khosrow grabbed her hand and said, “It’s not like that, go away.”

Men and women were standing around the wedding table. Several people were sitting next to the chair. There was a small wedding hall in the middle of the wide room. A small bronze candlestick, mirror, a volume of the Quran, bread, cheese, vegetables, and a few other things were arranged on the table. It was clear that either there was a rush or someone deliberately disturbed the table.

Do you hear the sound of the sea? I stand to make my way to eternity… I was struggling in the water when I saw myself in the arms of a lifeguard who was pulling me out of the water. My lifeless, half-naked body was left under the sun; the mid-August sun was burning it.Do you hear the sound of the sea? I stand to make my way to eternity…

I was struggling in the water when I saw myself in the arms of a lifeguard who was pulling me out of the water.

My lifeless, half-naked body was left under the sun, the mid-August sun was burning it…

My beautiful friend… I’m still alive…

I put the notebook in my bag… I took the book in my hand and turned to Khosrow while I was turning the page and started reading… under each of my poems… there were a few lines added that I had not written…

“and if you would be a guest of the sea forever… the sea???? And I charmed for the beach…