Open Letter.

Dear Qatar,

I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your scorching summers where the temperature reaches up to 52 degrees Celsius and your freezing winters where the mercury drops to 8 degrees Celsius. I miss the diversity and the uniting clash of different cultures. I’ll miss how I can say elevator at one time and lift at the next.

I’ll miss your sand and the way I seek refuge in our house whenever Mother Nature decides to shout to the world how abundant you are with those particles. I’ll miss the dates - oh, those juicy dates. I’ll miss the shawarmas.. the authentic ones, mind you.

I’ll miss how I can buy things without worrying about the tax since there aren’t any (well, unless you are at a high end restaurant, then they charge you of service tax). I’ll miss how I leave the room in the morning to go to school with the airconditioner on and go home with it still on. I’ll miss the 2 aircons per classroom regardless of the size of the room!

I’ll miss how I can go home at 2 in the morning and my parents would be sleeping, unworried because they know it’s safe even if I walk alone in the middle of the night.

I’ll miss how I don’t get to go anywhere here because it’s a small country and even the slightest raucous can land you in hot water.

I’ll miss the people here. I’ll miss speaking faux Arabic to the authentic Arabs who pats me on the back and say.. “Kabayan!”

I’ll miss going to Georgetown SFS or the Education City to attend debates, and more importantly, scout for boys new friends.

I’ll miss everyone.

I’ll be back though.

With a revenge.

Mwahaha.

No, just kidding.

Love you always,
Me.

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Excerpts from my Tumblr.