Writing is my way of putting into words pieces of myself so I won't forget why I smile, why I cry, why I breathe, or why I still get back up after I fall down. I write because I want to remember, and somehow be remembered.
Sometimes, the answer to the question won't be "fine" or "mabuti."
Getting a tourist visa to nail a job in the United Arab Emirates is as risky as it can get. You either make it or you break.
This Christmas, I call the city of Al Ain and my father home, and that to me is enough.
"The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely."
We make a lot of journeys in life, literally and figuratively, to be able to just get there to whatever place we want to be. Every journey must begin somewhere, and it often begins with a 'why'. Here is mine.
The last time my mother was in her hometown was in 1989. Nearly 30 years later, she finally gets the chance go home, and this time with us.
In a time lapse, I am on a standstill. While I am busy trying to figure out what I want to do, the world has already gone ahead of me. This feeling of getting left behind I cannot quell, it feels like I have to constantly move, never mind where, as long as I keep on moving.