Chapter

Drawn by the author.

Waiting for the clock to announce the start of the new year , everyone gathered around the television waiting impatiently for the celebrations of the new millennium. In the morning the TV broadcast-ed the celebrations of the countries in the East.

Fireworks rocked the skies all around the globe, dances, music..

 And then the Egyptian celebration ceremony came along and disappointed many.  I remember the penguins walking on the sand, the pyramids in the background and some European musician heading the orchestra. I can’t remember all the details unfortunately.

I was only 7 back then.

These very same days were also the last days of the holy month of Ramadan. Muslims all over the globe were preparing for Eid (Feast).

And we were packing. Heading to a new life.

I asked my mother back then how does it feel to fly on an airplane? How does it feel like flying?

And I was only days away from experiencing that. And this alone was more exciting to a child than all the celebrations of the millennium.

How does it feel to live in Abu Dhabi?  Is it like Egypt? or like the states?

I left the states when I was three. I couldn’t remember much but I had enough photographs and videos to visualize how life there was.

And for me it meant perfectness.

The second day I arrived to Abu Dhabi I had the states back in mind..

Organized traffic, streetlights, trash bins, beautiful weather, lots of Palm trees , high buildings polished with marble and glass, special area for car parking, White and golden taxis, Shiny streets.

 My first Impression of Abu Dhabi was how neat, clean and organized this city was.

                It was January then, the best weather in the Emirates. The streets were decorated with lights and flags marking the celebrations of the Union of the Seven Emirates at the beginning of December of every year. The lights left on since then for the Ramadan and Eid celebrations and also, welcoming us.

                We’re packing again, heading to a new chapter. But this time heading back home. My brother joins the same university as I did two years earlier which forces the family to move back to Egypt. Now, with the new fresh air of the revolution of 25th January 2011 and Hosni Mubarak no longer the president of Egypt, Cairo with all its horrible traffic, garbage issues and sexual harassment  becomes a new place of hope.

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