A bad title.
It’s not that I’m never coming back. Good Bye is inappropriate, but what else is the better way to put it when you’re leaving your country, your home?
I’m still not so in the mood for crying. I’m doing good as far as the anxiety is concerned. I’m headed for the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia tomorrow, where my sister is and thousands of other people with the same profession as I am are. Yes! you guessed it right! I am a Registered Nurse and apparently, my own country is not profession-friendly enough to start a career.
Let’s see, Riyadh is about five thousand miles from here. According to my flight details, it’s gonna take me 10 long hours of a direct flight to get there. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping to be seated next to a window. I badly need to see how the sunset looks like on top of those puffy clouds.
Talk about expectations;
I am hoping that its gonna turn out differently for me as compared to how it did to most people. I do trust a lot of people’s opinion of things as they are pretty much accurate if we are to base it to statistics, fact that its “what most people say” is already undeniable. I, on the other hand, may have a different impression as always.
The country is completely Muslim. I was born a Christian, to a God-fearing family. I do not see it a barrier when it comes to family matters as filial love is not in anyway related to religion, so does parents to their children. The issue maybe when it comes to culture and tradition, Religion is far of better weight to it as compared to Racism. I would be completely, provided that I abide the law, sober for the next two years. I can’t mingle with men, which are apparently a lot more easy to befriend than women and the saddest part, I can’t and should never walk alone, which is hard, as its one of the few moments I use to redeem myself whenever frustration seem to devour my inner core.
The Abaya and Tarha is not at all an issue. I’m pretty much conservative, I like the fact that men cannot dare look at you lustfully. It’s just a bummer though, for a place like that pretty, you can’t pose in short shorts or skirts and post it on Instagram or Facebook. Nevertheless, people would be seeing you in, uhm black here and in black there.
The first photo I’m expecting to take upon landing is a picture of the country’s best asset. Sand. I like how the dessert looks, I bet sunset and sunrise looks better on that.
I’m worried, that’s implied. I’m ready, that’s semi-implied. I’m anxious, yes, but my brain is trained to repress it at early onset.
However this adventure turns out, all that I probably want is that this experience will help me improve my view of life and hopefully become a better person.