I miss the Middle East. Home. I call Canada my home now.. this is home.. i don't think I will ever leave this country. Yet, I long for my home away from home. I feel restricted here. I want to leave for a while... i will come back but only after my heart gets its fill of the middle east. I want to take a walk down the Corniche in Doha again. I want to stand by the water and breathe in the freshness, once again see its beauty. I want to sit on the lush grass and absorb the sun like I used to.

I want to go to DUBUY! (the name actually is Dubai, a city in the UAE, but it has acheived that nickname because it literally is shopping heaven).

I want to go to Mecca in Saudia Arabia and watch the hundreds of thousands of pilgrims that gather each day, cry, postualte, and offer themselves to the mercy of Allah. I am not a religious man, but I remember standing looking over a ledge once at the thousands of pilgrims gathered at the Kaaba (The Kaaba is the holiest landmark in the world for muslims. To put it crudely, it is the black building in the picture and yes, those are rows upon rows of people bowing down while prayers are going on) ... looking at that sight .. a sense of awe, wonderment, fear and amazement came over me. I long for that emotion again.

Last, but not least, I want to drink some zamzam and feel like a new world has dawned.

I long for the feelings so familiar to me from my past.. I hope to go visit my other home someday. Someday soon. Till then... I cherish my memories.