Column by Saba Mahjoor | The plums I stole
This personal column recounts a childhood memory of stealing plums from a pantry and the subsequent realization of the 'perfect crime' being observed by an adult. The narrative reflects on the innocence of childhood and the gentle lessons learned from elders.
Why it matters
It provides a reflective, human-centric perspective on childhood development and the lasting impact of small, formative experiences.
Many years ago, before my frontal lobe had had a chance to peak, I decided to enter the world of crime — theft to be precise. I was seven and a half, and we were spending the summer at Phuphee’s. It was hot and most of our time was spent running around the orchards, often trying to seek the shade of an obliging tree.
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