Friday, 19 April 2013

Passport

From time to time as I clutch my New Zealand passport and wait in line at airports, I look at it and think 'shit I'm lucky'. My mind then automatically always drifts to 17 years ago, when my parents left everything they knew and moved to this distant Island. And now here I am. Travelling from country to country thanks to this little thing. 

Born in Baghdad but a NZ citizen  - what do you say when people ask where you are from? I just pick and choose sometimes. Whatever I feel closest to on the day.

And I kept thinking about my parents when I held that densely stamped passport. How they never tried to cage my free spirit. My dad in particular - letting his little bird roam free in the earth he made my heaven. God. How lucky am I? 

I'm back in Dubai now. Nigeria was a good quiet time for me. I realized how lucky I am to be in Dubai, even though it is getting unbearably hot. My time in Lagos left me with ALOT to think about...but I'm choosing not to stress. I want to take things slow. Day by day, and just savour every opportunity to change my body, improve my mind, and soul. I realized how precious life is - truely - a candle in the wind. You really need to make the most of wherever you are. Just live in gratitude, and life will soon work it's sweet little self out. 

Enjoy x




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