It's 12:40 am on a Wednesday morning. I'm sitting in my friend's lounge on her couch while the sound of military jets and missile interceptions fill the sky. Better to be with friends than alone in ones high rise building made of glass windows.
It's tricky to sleep just as a general rule for me... but also when the buildings shake on impact of interceptions and the explosions sound like they're on your doorstep.
Feels a little covidish this.. the unknown... what is next? Where do we go from here? And I going to be able to travel home? How long will the UAE's incredible defense force be-able to keep us safe for? Many questions... not so many answers... for now.
One thing I keep reminding myself through the moments of being afraid and uncertain, is that we, in the UAE, have so much to be grateful for. There are places not to far from here where these sounds and feelings have been the norm for years. I am trying to navigate the line between allowing myself to feel what is going on inside me... but also being grateful that this is unfamiliar, and that we are being kept safe.
This one is purely a memory bank one for me, so when I look back in years to come (God willing) I will remember this feeling, on this couch, in the middle of the night - I will remember this day - the fourth day of this current madness...
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