There's that feeling again. Way way back I resented, even hated that place too much I told myself I'm never gonna go back. Yet the saying is true, whatever you hate usually becomes a part of you. It has been lately that I've been feeling homesick towards some territory totally different from my norm and beliefs.
I was never a racist and I will never be. No matter how difficult it may seem to work in a foreign country, I have learned to be adaptive with their lifestyle, culture, food, language, and people.
Kuwait is my second "home". I miss the culture of greeting everyone with peace ( Asalamu-alaaykum) and the politeness of the people greeting you back though you may not even know each other by name. I miss the night life where everyone is almost out by night and drooling during the day. I miss the food, the abundance they even have more than enough to share to anyone. I miss the family gatherings, the Eid, the fasting, the everyday chimes of all the churches (masjid) to remind the time for prayer.
I miss the horrible heat during summer and terrible cold on winters. I miss talking to other people from any country in Arabic. I miss the I-CANT-BELIEVE-YOU`RE-PINAY look on the faces of my fellow countrymen when all the while I'm often mistaken as either Nepalese, Korean, even Chinese.
I miss playing basketball with Kuwaiti school kids. I miss just staring at the sky counting how many planes and jets are passing all in broad daylight. I miss my Hindi and Sri Lankan friends who taught me to adapt with the environment. I miss the yesterdays.
I miss ya dadoo. Intay habibi Mali. One day I'll see u again. Aheb ya wayeed.
Someday soon I'm gonna set foot on my second home again. If given the chance, very soon I will.
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