🌧️ The Secret of Salalah’s Monsoon Garden 🌿 Leave a comment

Mariam had always heard that Salalah was different from every other place in Oman, but she didn’t know how different until the day she followed the mist.

It was Khareef season, when the mountains wore cloaks of green and the air felt cool and alive. Mariam was visiting her grandmother, whose house stood at the edge of a banana grove. Every morning, white fog drifted between the trees like shy spirits, and Mariam felt the urge to chase it.

One afternoon, she noticed a trail of mist curling through the coconut palms, moving as if it had a purpose. Curious, she followed it up a narrow path that wound toward the mountains of Dhofar. The scent of frankincense trees grew stronger with every step.