United Arab Emirates
February 3, 2011
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The night of my arrival to Emarat made me shed tears for reasons inexplicitly known. I reckoned I was just yearning for the presence of Stan for 30 days was never enough to make up for the lost time. 4D, 3D, Cartoon network marathon, dining out, amusement parks and thumb-wrestlings… things that should have been reasons that are more than enough to relish my vacation. I should have a hang-over of what have been back in my country, but what I got is a hang-up from an unexpected and shocking content of an SMS: “The owner of this number died a week ago by car accident. I kept his mobile on to inform friends and people he might know.” The news made me shed tears even more.
That guy is a good friend of six months. That duration of time is considered pretty lengthy for an Emirati befriending a non-Muslim lady. His stance was clear: “I may not be your boyfriend, but I promise to improve your life in all ways that I can.” And he stayed true to his promise. Enumerating the help he extended me will be immaterial. I will not talk about the hundreds and the thousands; I will talk about the million of happiness he caused me when he bought that Ferrari toy car ( Who is Lovely Fabian? ) for Stan.
What made me sulk is the thought that the guy was even in-touch with me when I was in my country. My UAE number may have been unreachable for him to call (Signal is poor; roaming is on) that is why he just resorted to sending me SMS. I never had the chance to reply to any of his texts for I left UAE with zero balance in my prepaid account. Clueless of what happened to me, his last SMS was—“?”.
The guilt-feeling comes natural. How can I restart when I was not able to say good-bye? How and when can I find another good friend like him? The statement, “There are lots of fishes in the ocean” does not apply here in Emarat. So many are there, yes, but not everybody is capable of sincerely loving and caring. My arrival came seven days late as his departure went seven days early. How I wish I can condole myself.
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