"A blissful endeavor abroad"
(A descriptive writing intended for school purposes. Please do not copy.)
The cold breeze of summer air breathed upon the revealed flesh of my unbuttoned flannel top as I stroll out of the Emirate’s plane to welcome a new awaiting journey ahead. It was one in the morning and the sun was still in his deep slumber, but the entire airport was drone in caffeine and was very awake. Walking pass by the arrival zone, stories of different genres were told by the eyes of these strangers of different cultures and ethnicity. Their feelings were concretely painted upon their faces, some were gloomy, elated or some of the few were hopeful or maybe grieving. But what really protrudes out of these buzzing bees of a crowd were the blissful smile of my parents, arms wide open to welcome me back to their side after years of separation. It was, without any doubt, the best feeling in the world.
During my visit in Dubai, My passion with the day ‘Friday’ has deeply redoubled out of all days of the week. Usually at this day, (The rest day abroad.) we would break a little of our pocket savings and cut a slack from our daily routines to taste a bit of the icing offered by this place. Usually, We would hitch up at the morning with my mom, aunts and a couple of their girlfriends to soaked up some Emirate sun at Jumeirah, a white-sand beach a couple of meters away from the famous Burj al Arab hotel, and maybe get some tan or have a nice light noon picnic. Then after, still in our swimsuit we would drove across from the sandy landscapes to expounding grandeur Dubai skyscrapers and infrastructure for an hour to have a stroll on the mall centres to have quick little shopping escapades. When nightfall comes, the breathe-taking city lights would relaxed my stressed body and bring my heavy lids into its drift to sleep till we head back home.
Many of the magazines, travel blogs and television shows had painted Dubai as the home of luxuriant living, fabulous malls, magnificent architecture and enchanting skyline. But little did they know that this place is more than its physical beauty, what really made this trip an unforgettable one was the stories that unfolds right before my eyes that I believed has moulded me to what I am now. I was brought to face reality just when I thought I was in my colourful whimsical dreamland. It was the true bitter-sweet that I experienced in my existence. U.A.E is a very broad opulent culture, and to experience such is an honour. A place where mid meets west, A very lavish clash of culture, and it will be a waste to not experience such.