Airport Stories

I once read somewhere and I always witness it too- ‘’Airports see the most sincer kisses and tears and hospitals hear the deepest prayers..’’

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At the airport today while coming back from Pakistan, there was a young man – aged 30-35 maybe. He was standing right infront of us in the que in plain off while shalwar kameez, a brown polished sandal- an old click wala suitcase with white tape on it with all his details- he also had a brown used cardboard box – with a yellow rope tightly wrapped around. As we approached the gate into the airport, a young boy and another man came running to him- I can’t recall his name but looked like his family- the young boy was definitely his son. He hugged his dad for a last goodbye, both of them had watery eyes, red , blinking and rubbing wet eyelashes, and those sighs were hard. ‘Beta, Mai jaldi ajaonga, ami ka aur behna ka khayal rekhna- phone kronga jaker- ‘’ with that he quickly took out his wallet and handed 500 ruppe note to his son. Hugged him again and without seeing , rushed into the terminal . It just moved me- the struggle of leaving your family behind to earn some extra money in a foreign land is hard. Next I saw him at the immigration where the officer had cut opened his chota box for inspection. And that man stood there explaining how each box had food his wife especially cooked for him, some mitahye for colleagues and a bag of apples from his village.

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I don’t know if the officer allowed him to take all that or not- I prayed he did. It was a sad sight. While many of us take our familes and luxury for granted, for some out there- it’s a struggle everyday. That man probably would be a Taxi driver here in Dubai- driving cabs on busy street of gold land – far far away from his family.

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So many of our South Asian brothers struggle and go out of their homelands to earn some extra bits – so the next time you use a cab in Dubai, greet them, be polite, tip some extra and if nothing- leave with a small prayers for life to treat them a little easily. With that- say Allhamdullilah for your blessings- we are living a grand life- which many dream of, count your tiniest comfort and be grateful💕

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I once read somewhere and I always witness it too- ‘’Airports see the most sincer kisses and tears and hospitals hear the deepest prayers..’’ . At the airport today while coming back from Pakistan, there was a young man – aged 30-35 maybe. He was standing right infront of us in the que in plain off while shalwar kameez, a brown polished sandal- an old click wala suitcase with white tape on it with all his details- he also had a brown used cardboard box – with a yellow rope tightly wrapped around. As we approached the gate into the airport, a young boy and another man came running to him- I can’t recall his name but looked like his family- the young boy was definitely his son. He hugged his dad for a last goodbye, both of them had watery eyes, red , blinking and rubbing wet eyelashes, and those sighs were hard. ‘Beta, Mai jaldi ajaonga, ami ka aur behna ka khayal rekhna- phone kronga jaker- ‘’ with that he quickly took out his wallet and handed 500 ruppe note to his son. Hugged him again and without seeing , rushed into the terminal . It just moved me- the struggle of leaving your family behind to earn some extra money in a foreign land is hard. Next I saw him at the immigration where the officer had cut opened his chota box for inspection. And that man stood there explaining how each box had food his wife especially cooked for him, some mitahye for colleagues and a bag of apples from his village. . I don’t know if the officer allowed him to take all that or not- I prayed he did. It was a sad sight. While many of us take our familes and luxury for granted, for some out there- it’s a struggle everyday. That man probably would be a Taxi driver here in Dubai- driving cabs on busy street of gold land – far far away from his family. . So many of our South Asian brothers struggle and go out of their homelands to earn some extra bits – so the next time you use a cab in Dubai, greet them, be polite, tip some extra and if nothing- leave with a small prayers for life to treat them a little easily. With that- say Allhamdullilah for your blessings- we are living a grand life- which many dream of, count your tiniest comfort and be grateful💕

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