Hello,
This is something I wrote a couple of months ago and I would like to share with you.
It's 6 Dec 2011 at 13.24PM. I'm writing this from my office in Riyadh. I have been here for 4 years 4 months and a week. I'm 28 and a half years old. Looking back at the time right before I came to Saudi makes me feel how much older I've become since moving to Saudi. Being here promoted me to meet people from all around the world, the scum of people, the elite of them and the average ones. I've gotten to know other cultures and traditions that I wouldn't have experienced if I still at home. Now I feel more responsible. Now I have a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of life. I feel that I've grown another 24 years here, as if I've learned here as much as I had learned during my past 24 years in Syria.
I left my parents and family at home. I left them to time to grow them rather old and to sicken them. I left them to medicine to heal parts of their bodies and poison the rest. I was always afraid to receive a phone call from home with bad news. Therefore I called my home quite often so they didn't have to call me and hence I receive almost no calls from them. The few times my mobile phone rang and it was a call from home, I felt anxious and picked up saying "hello" in a worried tone concentrating on the voice tone of the caller. There was nothing too serious with those phone calls. But the phone call I had hoped not to receive I received from my only brother, who lives here in Riyadh. I was visiting a friend of mine and while I was talking to him, I was considering bringing my father to Riyadh to treat his tracheal infection, my mobile phone rang. It was my brother. This time, and for some reason, I felt that he had bad news, but I didn't expect it to be that bad. He told me with a crying, chopping tone that my Dad has passed away. I cried and went to see him and arrange the closest flight booking for the both of us. My dad passed away and the last time I saw him was 6 months before. When I first came to Saudi, my contract with my past employer forced me to stay in Saudi for straight 2 years, which was too long. I hadn't seen my family, relatives and friends for 2 straight years. In my first vacation to Syria and upon receiving me in the street in the front of my house, my dad hugged me and squeezed me strongly. Nobody ever had hugged me that strongly. We missed each other a lot. My sister told me that my Dad had lost 20KG from an obvious sickness. My Dad is gone now. I still have the fear of receiving a phone call that carries bad news. I lost one parent, and I didn't want to lose the other parent. I'm still too young to deal with it. My mother has diabetes and hypertension. She had a blood stroke once. I'm afraid she'll leave soon, perhaps too soon. I still need her. Recently, my maternal grandma, who I used to stay with for 2 years, was in the hospital for low blood sugar levels in her blood. Two days later, she recovered. In my last vacation home, I visited her on the first day that I arrived and it was comforting to see that she is as good as she was when I left her for the last time! I was looking at her lips moving while she was talking to me which tells that there was still a soul within her. Seeing an old lady in her eighties full of life and enjoying good health relieved me a lot and gave me a push forward, a push toward life. That helped me not to be too much worried for the other members of my family. I was also happy to see my mother, sisters, and my paternal grandparents all doing well! Faith, family, health and social life are what give our life a flavour.
Being an expatriate abroad without your family deprives you of times that cannot be compensable. We are abroad because we want to have a better financial life, a better study, to run away from a dark past, to experience something new and unique, or any other reason, but we shouldn't stay away from home for long. Home is Home!