I wasnt taken by what I saw as maybe an inside picture about the dwelling wretched was already formulated inside my mind. But refreshing my memory of the misery all the country here has been built upon to reach this unbelievable lavish lifestyle and the dream-like projects executed and planned. I liked to post the below just as an awakening conscience that I am working on. We may fall in neglegence sometimes amid the rushing and fast momented life experienced in Dubai, but I always come into moments when I think about them. About those who created this principality from zero. I know it's not me who is supposed to thank them, but as a respect to them, regardless of their innesponsible behaviour sometimes, I say "Thank You".
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
I was sitting, concentrating on the powerpoint work I have, finalizing and making it ready for submission, when a sudden flow of un-interrupted nostalgia stroke me. I felt the need to be among my parents in my village house, enjoying a calm night, nibbling traditional nuts and raisins with a hot cup of tea in a time the wind is chili and hovering around the window corners trying to sneak in.
I want to talk to mom, give her a hug, see her smile, hear her voice, ask her about tomorrow's plans; tomorrow's lunch; tomorrow's visits. I want to hold her hands and smell the remaining odours of the veggies she diced and sliced. I do remember this smell. I always used to hold her hands and stir in them; I always saw in them my history and my old days. How much I appreciate the times she changed my diapers, she combed my hair, she washed my clothes, she rolled my sandwich; I dont know how to express this kind of deep deep admiration, appreciation, and love. Its not true that the desert deprives us from our emotions; It is just the time when we start coming closer to ourselves that we start becoming more personal and intrinsic.
I am always in this remembrance state. I always miss everything I had back there. I try to revive that feeling of stability and harmony, at least live it internally to soothe my spirit and diminish the turbulances.
Keep me now there, sitting calm and warm, beside her... in my mind.
I want to talk to mom, give her a hug, see her smile, hear her voice, ask her about tomorrow's plans; tomorrow's lunch; tomorrow's visits. I want to hold her hands and smell the remaining odours of the veggies she diced and sliced. I do remember this smell. I always used to hold her hands and stir in them; I always saw in them my history and my old days. How much I appreciate the times she changed my diapers, she combed my hair, she washed my clothes, she rolled my sandwich; I dont know how to express this kind of deep deep admiration, appreciation, and love. Its not true that the desert deprives us from our emotions; It is just the time when we start coming closer to ourselves that we start becoming more personal and intrinsic.
I am always in this remembrance state. I always miss everything I had back there. I try to revive that feeling of stability and harmony, at least live it internally to soothe my spirit and diminish the turbulances.
Keep me now there, sitting calm and warm, beside her... in my mind.
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