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More home

My heart’s been itching to write all weekend. There’s so much I want to write about, but sometimes, for one reason or another, I find myself retreating to the comfort of reading rather than writing.

A lot has happened since I last posted a blog post.

I attended DIFF (too late to blog about it now, but please do watch Room and Mustang asap, and NO, Jennifer Lawrence did not deserve a Golden Globe for her non-joyous role in Joy). Mr. Love and I celebrated Christmas in Cairo (which I loved, and more on that in a separate blog post), and then New Year’s in snowy Bekaa (covered in a blanket of snow and much needed family loving). I have counted my blessings, caught the flu, joined a (real) book club, missed Dubai Sale Festival, celebrated two years of squeezing with Mr. Love, and ten years of making Dubai home.

- where is home -

– where is home –

Ten years is a long time. It freaks me out a little. When I first moved here, there was no Burj Khalifa. Mercato Mall was the talk of town, Shocho’s the ultimate outing, Dubai Taxi the only “uber”,  but there were friends who became family, and work that I loved, in a country that treated me (and still does) as its own, and I am so thankful, everyday. But I also want more. Is it the selfish nature of human beings: rarely satisfied, always yearning for more? I would like to think of myself as unselfish, but I do want more of the world.

I want more winter for starters, I want a chimney I can cozy up to, I want a local bookstore (that is not in a mall and that) I can walk into and find any book I ask for (KinoKuniya, I swear I love you), I want a hole in the wall I need not reserve in if I want to pop by for a bite. I also want museums within reach, I want a park, like Safa park that’s been taken away from me, and I want it a walk away. I want tiny shops that I can discover on my own, not from Instagram. I want a bagel shop. I want more randomness, less planning. I want small but big things.

I love #myDubai forever and a day, but on this specific day, I want more. I want more home.



Mona Karaoui – A diary in Peru – Travel Junkie DiaryTravel Junkie Diary

“…Peru is a wake-up call, a reminder of “real” things that matter, of the beauty of a universe that we should strive to preserve. No matter what you expect, Peru will give you more: more nature, more beauty, more art, more food, but mostly more modesty, more simplicity, more love and more goodness.”

Mona Karaoui – A diary in Peru

Source: Mona Karaoui – A diary in Peru – Travel Junkie DiaryTravel Junkie Diary

Say a little prayer for me

I am not one to complain, but when twice in one week, different populated areas in your country are brutally bombed and innocent citizens are wrongly killed, you naturally expect stricter security measures to be put in place, at the airport, per say, simply to ensure better protection of loyal, yet terrified, citizens.

A street Graffiti of Ali, as remembered by Bliss street - courtesy of Cocarocha

(street Graffiti of Ali, as remembered by Bliss street –  courtesy of Cocarocha)

I walked into Rafic Hariri International Airport this afternoon, and as the machine gently beeped at me while I was waltzing through checkpoint, nobody raised an eyebrow.

I naively approached the gentleman asking if he would like for me to proceed to security check- and “iza beddik (if you wish)” was his answer – still not raising an eyebrow.

I did wish to indeed, simply because as frustrated (and disappointed) as I was throughout the past couple of weeks, I was still on the premises of my home country, and hence the duty of being a responsible Lebanese citizen was still bestowed upon me.

So I walked myself steadfastly to the lady at security check, and as I attempted to take off my jacket,  she gave me a very serious look, and said without the blink of an eye: “No Madame, I do not want to run a security check on anyone today. Have a safe flight!” (Great, thanks!)

And so a safe flight it shall be, from a clearly safe enough Lebanese airport back to my slightly safer little life in Dubai. Say a little prayer for me!

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