"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.
