Khor Fakkan
<p>I’m out here in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, and it feels good. I feel a weird kind of peace. How crazy and busy I usually am. I work from Saturday to Thursday, six days a week. Lazy Sundays seem a distant memory from my college days. I live like I’m always in a race. I always look at those who are smarter, richer, and better than me. I look at those who have girlfriends, boats and huge cars.</p>
<p>How many things are there to stress, hurry up, and worry about? But how much more important it is to make time for someone I often forget in my daily madness, a deeper, quieter part of ourselves. I get glimpses of it at night lying in bed, on the road in a taxi or the silence of early mornings. And I feel it strongly now, here in the desert land on the edge of Fujairah and the high seas of the Gulf of Oman.</p>
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