As I tour around Ikea, I recall how we proposed our house to look like. I ache for how we argued about how the curtains should be and silly things that I never imagined I’d miss so much. You killed my dreams, you burnt our house down.
Goin up the escalators one by one praying to see your face waiting for me with that loving smile and popcorn in your hand.
He comes to you when you are not ready for him and leaves you when you need him the most.
Dancing in the red velvet skies with my soul searching thirsty eyes
Not only the greeneries can show light, the many deserts have beauty in every sight.
From the blue skies to the sandy slopes, I wonder the Bedouins time of dream and hope!
For all the sands and all the seas, could never leave the gypsy at ease.
Vampires and Vikings, the filthiest but my favorite! How could I possibly forget the Tudors, with the glorious King Henry the eighth. From supernaturals to historic fighters to magnificent kings, these legends have inspired me to believe in the possibilities of the impossible. King Henry’s insistent decisions; even though some failed always seemed to escalate his personality. Whether it’s the Salvatore brothers or the original Klaus Mikaelsson, the vampires’ compass of anger and compassion is also just so enchanting. Then we have Ragnar Lothbrok, precisely a mix of both savage and royal. The way he conquers has surely made me know that he was not just a legend but definitely a real existing Viking!
To the many questions asked remain unanswered, to my patience tested in vigorous ways.. to all the questions asked remain unanswered.
What a change from the busy skyline in Dubai into the pink sands of Al Ain. Driving through the calm roads with not a single traffic reminding me of how Dubai used to be 15 years ago. When there was only one radio station, dubai 92.0 and no traffic updates to help you. Not really needed at that time anyway. Going to school with two ponytails, waiting to finish and have that ice cream from baskin Robbins that seemed the most exciting thing other than watching the Sesame Street on tv. The empty streets with scattered little shops look pretty much like spotting Feras sweets in the neighborhood back then in Dubai, where I’d walk along holding daddy’s hand. Skipping and jumping looking at all the cars driving passed us. When weekends would be more of going to the park for a family picnic than the confused issues of deciding what heels and where to go today. Capri sonnes and Oman chips were the most tastiest snacks not to forget going to sindbad which was our IMG at that time. Al Ain is an amazing trip to bring back old Dubai memories!