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An adieu to Bahrain

“We are leaving Bahrain”

After exasperated discussions, possible rationales, recurring opinions and indifferent responses -my husband vettoed the decision of staying. Frankly I was glad that the impeding decision is made at last.

So Bags zipped and boxes sealed. After a toil of five hours everthing that we owned from this house is crammed into cartons. And here i am bidding teary eyed farewell to a place that had been my home for more than two and half years.

Humans are complex creatures and so is my relationship with the island. Topsy turvy upon the onset and a deep attachment in the end.

This wee island has been the witness of every flux in my life. I came here heavy with my first baby and now leaving with two kids in tow.

I still remembered my apprehensions when leaving the contempary urban cityscape of Dubai and moving to this remote island. And how my perspective resurfaced while moving across the serene landscape that it offers.

It amused me what my usual retort used to be whenever I was back from vacations to home country or Dubai- its strangely peaceful here.

The tranquility that prevails in the island is a riddle itself. Sitting together with friends, we always pour our opinions what make Bahrain so peaceful from the rest of gulf countries.

Speaking of friends another factor that cemented my attachment with Bahrain was the circle of friends I made with time. What makes goodbyes so terrible is indeed the elusive human connections that we leave behind.

P.S. My awful photography is not doing justice with the beauty it owns.

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