In 1984, I was sitting with my father in this place and he used to tell me his memories and adventures during the diving days. I could see in his face the happiness and excitement while he reminisced those old days. How I wished he took me with him to share the same feelings he had then.
Having my eyes closed, the scent of oud touched me, exactly the same smell on my father’s veil coinciding the sea breeze. When I opened my eyes, I saw the ships and the modernity of Doha, but I did not see my father though I could still recall his voice saying – Don’t worry my daughter, dreams may be far this time but seek and trust God’s plan, for He will make it near and real.
People of many Nations of black and white and brown They celebrate their culture in the big park in the town Their costumes are so beautiful so flowery and bright A look into their cultures is an amazing sight. I am my mother’s kitchen. I am her legacy and I hope today she feels the love reflected back from me.
