Missing Home!

Doha, Qatar- the city I've spent all the 18 years of my life in; the only place I can ever associate with the word 'home'. If you've lived in any place as long as I have, you will probably be able to identify with what I just mentioned.

I've been missing home, i.e. Doha, ever since I moved into university and these days, I miss it all the more, there are so many memories that I have from there and so many associations and links between my life and Doha that can never be broken. Especially now, when there are so many festivals and events going on, I can actually feel the distance between where I am and where I came from. Qatar is a small place, and if you live there for a year, it's very natural to get bored and long for a change, but, I guess, that's the kind of boredom I'm longing for. The evenings in Doha, the loveliness of the Doha afterglow, the way the city glows like a glowworm with all that electricity of the lights rushing through the power cables of the different buildings that stand against the black Doha evening sky, bumping into so many known people in the malls and other places, hanging out with friends and family, watching TV at home, going to the Corniche, the lovely spring breeze in March...oh, and so much more than you'll ever know. This small country has so much to offer, things you can only experience if you've lived there as long as I have or at least for a good number of years. I could write a book on what I love and miss about Doha, but I guess, there are something that are better left unspoken or unwritten, and just left to the better part of ourselves- our minds, to soak in the joy of the magical memories of the best moments of our lives yet.