Monsoon
Saturday morning started a little slow for me. I had all these grand plans, but I had woken up late from the night before. The night before I went to a beachside club, where I found myself in a Zoo of confused souls. Party goers - looking for a one night stand, looking to cheat, looking to drink, on a holiday or looking for a fling. Maybe some delusional souls, such as myself, looking for true love in the worst of places. It was nice to be out though. It's not my scene, but sometimes I think - why not? The alternative is to sit at home and read a book or watch TV. I'm here, I'm gona make the most of it. Met some interesting boys, and girls - then went home.
Anyhow, lets go back to yesterday. I woke up late as mentioned, and before I knew it - I had to go to the dentist with a gay friend from work. He's very dramatic and bitchy, and I can't decide if I want to get close to him or not - he's not popular at work, but whatevs, for the most part he makes me laugh. The dentist re-did my fillings and I felt a little better. Oh, and by the way - there was a huge sand storm in Dubai that day.
Straight after, I went to meet my friend from work to go to the Amr Diab concert. Amr Diab was my first exposure to Arabic music, and I'm sure to a lot of foreigners with the song 'habibi ya nour el ein' (see below). His music was that perfect bridge for when I was at the epicentre of being an Irakiwi. We got to the concert at 7, and the sand storm continued as we stood. It then started raining - heavily. Dense, muddy rain. Now, the concert was outdoors, and the majority of the people were Egyptian, as the singer was. In my mind I thought, surely they have to cancel this concert! But the rain poured on and we stood - as if having a communal shower outdoors.
Some people left, there were alot of people with kids - but they stayed on and smiled. We waited 6 hours for him to come on - due to technical difficulties. I took it upon myself to start complaining - having lived in a Western country, where it would have been cancelled, and everyone demanded their money back as they are not used to this type of poor organisation. But then I looked beside me - I was standing next to a beautiful little girl and her family, and she was smiling with them. The dad was holding up her little sister in the rain and laughing. They were there, just like me - in the rain. Then I looked ahead - as the music slowly started to play and the band set up and he began to sing at midnight, as it continued to pour with rain - a family of four started dancing. Young kids splashing in the rain. The Egyptian crowd staying on and making the most of the situation. Doing the "dabka" - a traditional Arabic dance. And then I smiled. It was so beautiful. Everyone was singing in the rain. It's exactly how I think of Arabs now. We've been through so much shit, that we know a little rain never gets us down. Especially the Egyptians! They were awesome. The concert was great - but I still don't understand the poor organisation. I am a little sick today, but it was worth it I would say.
The songs were mostly about love and missing your loved one, which made me get a little sad at times. I wished I was being lifted on the shoulders of my boyfriend, or fiancée or husband - but I quickly stopped myself from these thoughts that pessimally remind me of what I don't have. I looked ahead at the little girl and boy dancing in the rain with their dad. I turned to my friend, who is 35, and had just broken up with her boyfriend, and we both knew we were thinking and wishing for the same thing. It's hard remaining positive when you feel like love might not come your way, like you may not have a family, but then you just have to believe it will happen. Have faith in life, and love and humanity. Just like a monsoon in this desert - your entire world can change in a second.
Here's the song that started my love for Amr Diab, and also one he never sang :( - but I love. Enjoy x
Saturday morning started a little slow for me. I had all these grand plans, but I had woken up late from the night before. The night before I went to a beachside club, where I found myself in a Zoo of confused souls. Party goers - looking for a one night stand, looking to cheat, looking to drink, on a holiday or looking for a fling. Maybe some delusional souls, such as myself, looking for true love in the worst of places. It was nice to be out though. It's not my scene, but sometimes I think - why not? The alternative is to sit at home and read a book or watch TV. I'm here, I'm gona make the most of it. Met some interesting boys, and girls - then went home.
Anyhow, lets go back to yesterday. I woke up late as mentioned, and before I knew it - I had to go to the dentist with a gay friend from work. He's very dramatic and bitchy, and I can't decide if I want to get close to him or not - he's not popular at work, but whatevs, for the most part he makes me laugh. The dentist re-did my fillings and I felt a little better. Oh, and by the way - there was a huge sand storm in Dubai that day.
Straight after, I went to meet my friend from work to go to the Amr Diab concert. Amr Diab was my first exposure to Arabic music, and I'm sure to a lot of foreigners with the song 'habibi ya nour el ein' (see below). His music was that perfect bridge for when I was at the epicentre of being an Irakiwi. We got to the concert at 7, and the sand storm continued as we stood. It then started raining - heavily. Dense, muddy rain. Now, the concert was outdoors, and the majority of the people were Egyptian, as the singer was. In my mind I thought, surely they have to cancel this concert! But the rain poured on and we stood - as if having a communal shower outdoors.
Some people left, there were alot of people with kids - but they stayed on and smiled. We waited 6 hours for him to come on - due to technical difficulties. I took it upon myself to start complaining - having lived in a Western country, where it would have been cancelled, and everyone demanded their money back as they are not used to this type of poor organisation. But then I looked beside me - I was standing next to a beautiful little girl and her family, and she was smiling with them. The dad was holding up her little sister in the rain and laughing. They were there, just like me - in the rain. Then I looked ahead - as the music slowly started to play and the band set up and he began to sing at midnight, as it continued to pour with rain - a family of four started dancing. Young kids splashing in the rain. The Egyptian crowd staying on and making the most of the situation. Doing the "dabka" - a traditional Arabic dance. And then I smiled. It was so beautiful. Everyone was singing in the rain. It's exactly how I think of Arabs now. We've been through so much shit, that we know a little rain never gets us down. Especially the Egyptians! They were awesome. The concert was great - but I still don't understand the poor organisation. I am a little sick today, but it was worth it I would say.
The songs were mostly about love and missing your loved one, which made me get a little sad at times. I wished I was being lifted on the shoulders of my boyfriend, or fiancée or husband - but I quickly stopped myself from these thoughts that pessimally remind me of what I don't have. I looked ahead at the little girl and boy dancing in the rain with their dad. I turned to my friend, who is 35, and had just broken up with her boyfriend, and we both knew we were thinking and wishing for the same thing. It's hard remaining positive when you feel like love might not come your way, like you may not have a family, but then you just have to believe it will happen. Have faith in life, and love and humanity. Just like a monsoon in this desert - your entire world can change in a second.
Here's the song that started my love for Amr Diab, and also one he never sang :( - but I love. Enjoy x
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