Tuesday was a bad day for me. I’d rather not discuss what exactly happened, but it was upsetting enough for me to call in sick at work and stay home to sulk. And I have almost decided to hate all Emiratis for their rudeness and arrogance. But it didn’t feel right to think that way.
As I lay in my bed that afternoon with my favorite pillow covering my face and trying to ignore the horrible headache, I thought about the nice Arab people that I’ve met during my stay here in the U.A.E.:
- the Arab taxi driver who, at first, drove past me but then came back to where I was, and let me in. He apologized for his behavior.
- the Emirati man who stood waiting for an elevator before I arrived, but courteously allowed me to go first. He decided to wait for another elevator since I was alone.
- the Emirati man who, after noticing my mother-in-law pacing back and forth in a reception area of an office, asked her so kindly in Hindi whether there was anything he could do for her.
- the Emirati lady at the immigration who smiled at me when I returned from a recent trip, and told me that children of parents from intercultural marriages are smarter.
I’d like to think that I am a very optimistic person by nature. But that day was when I thought I have had enough. So I took some time alone to contemplate and think about the nice people I’d met. That, plus my very patient husband, made me feel better. Alhumdulillah.
This morning, after a long time, I took Nikon out of his (yes, I decided he is a boy) bag and started cleaning him while waiting for my ride to work. Poor thing has dust settled on his lens, even though he has been carefully wrapped and tucked into my closet. As I held him, I started to feel even more better. I decided to bring him to work today.
And guess who was on my desk when I arrived …
I have no idea who this cute fellow is. But he surely made me smile! I placed a pencil next to him so that you have an idea about how small he is. Here is another picture of him …