The Scent I Carry With Me

A reflection on memory, identity, and belonging through the scent of jasmine. Rooted in Tunisian tradition, this story explores how cultural heritage travels across borders and remains alive through everyday gestures.

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6/24/20261 min read

I come from Tunisia, where the first light of dawn is often accompanied by the delicate scent of jasmine blossoms opening to the day. For me, that fragrance carries more than beauty, it carries memories, emotions, and a deep connection to home.

In my poem, I gathered images and words that speak of my roots and the traditions that shaped me. At its heart is the machmoum, the small bouquet of jasmine flowers carefully woven by hand. This simple yet meaningful object represents patience, care, and the knowledge passed down through generations of women. Each flower is connected to a story, a gesture, and a memory that continues to live on.

The machmoum is not just a fragrance; it is something I carry with me wherever I go. It reminds me of the women who came before me, of family bonds, and of the cultural heritage that remains part of my identity even when I am far from home. Through this work, I share a journey between roots and new beginnings, honoring the past while embracing the future.

Living away from Tunisia has taught me that home can exist in small details, a scent, a memory, a familiar ritual. Even across distances, the fragrance of jasmine always brings me back to Tunis, reconnecting me with the place, the people, and the stories that continue to shape who I am.

HERS

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