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When I was maybe four or five, my father bought me a set of video tapes of The Smurfs, the Arabic version. I was hooked immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The set had seven tapes, and my father said I can open a new one every day. So, every morning I would wake up super early, excited to watch Al Sanafer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I had one obstacle. My father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He would be annoyed that I was up so early. He expected me to contain my excitement and sleep in a little longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so, every morning when I woke up quivering with Smurficious anticipation, I had to pretend I was still asleep until he left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lying down in my bed, I had only one cue that my father was about to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The smell of Fahrenheit wafting slowly to my bed through the corridor. As soon as I smelled it, I knew he was out, and I could get up and watch my cartoons!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To this day, the smell of Fahrenheit perfume, which is very uncommon, sends me back to that moment and fills me with happiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not just any happiness. The happiness of no longer having to pretend to be asleep, and the freedom to be a careless child watching and re-watching his favorite cartoon with no limitations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My father used a perfume called Fahrenheit, from Christian Dior. It had a very warm, spicy scent to it. He would spray it specifically exactly right before he stepped out of the house for work in the morning. When I was maybe four or five, my father bought me a set of video tapes of … <\/p>\n