Good-bye & GOOD-BYE

Riyadh at night

Good-bye Riyadh….., and Good-bye your wonderful view at night from tall towers. Good-bye my crowded house with all nephews and nieces.  Good-bye for their honest and lovely laughter. Good-bye the “Arabic” cocktail hour with my parents. Good-bye my mom’s cocking  and my favorite restaurant’s Shawerma . Good-bye the Arabic incense every Friday. Good-bye “Athan” that calls people to pray every day. Good-bye soft golden sands that cover you, Riyadh. 

The dust storm. I HATE IT.

Good-bye Riyadh… and Good-bye your dust storms that keep me home. Good-bye your noisy streets all the time. Good-bye cigarette smell in coffee shops and indoor places. Good-bye hot asphalts that burn tree leaves.  Good-bye restaurants’ greasy food late at night. Good-bye… little things.

Fahad’s LITANY

You are the sun and the moon,

The candle and the lighter.

You are the sunset in the ocean

And the birds tweet in the garden.

You are the white dress of the bride

And the smile of the flowers.

Speaking of the flowers,

I am your butterfly.

I am also the light of your candle.

I also happen to be the waves in the ocean.

But don’t worry, you are still the sunset in the ocean.