Once, kaafal grew wild in the forests – untamed, free, and full of quiet sweetness. Today, it appears on billboards and café menus, far from the hills it once called home. But somewhere beyond all that shine, the real kaafal still waits – raw, simple, and true. Much like us, it carries the memory of where it came from, whispering that no matter how far we go, our roots never really leave us.