We’ve arrived; sleep deprived with swollen feet. All I want right now is my bed. My brother is waiting in the line to check in our luggage for the domestic flight. I’m sitting inside the airport, under a fake tree with my mum. The sun is slowly beginning to rise. Amazing where we started our day and now where we’ve ended.
It’s quite beautiful here; the swarms of men parading in white thobes with a few dots of yellow. The yellow shirted men help with luggage and are distinctly foreign looking whilst the men in white are Arabs. Power imbalances at work, clear for all to notice. Oh! I forgot the cleaners in blue. There aren’t many of them around here, just a handful.
The gentle breeze comforts me; slowly brushing across my face and providing light relief from the heat.
My brother’s gone to the bathroom, again. If anyone knows him, they will tell you he’s no stranger to a bathroom. In fact he practically lives in them!
© Amy Serafina
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