When I arrived, I didn't have any place to go. Literally. I was homeless. If this was in Manila. there wouldn't be any problem at all. Getting a bedspace or checking in a cheap hotel could be availed hazzle free, or better yet, sleep over with friends. But this wasn't Manila. This is Dubai, where a bedspace could cost six times as much, where there is no short time in a hotel and though you could have plenty of friends on your call, without putting them down, few of them or maybe none of them could possibly own a house or a room to get you through the cold of the night. That is how it was and so since I arrived, I have been hopping from one friend's house to another trying to mask a thick face just to survive the night's chilly weather and to rest my troubled soul and lay my frial body to sleep. During the day, I spend the hours in the mall. in the parks loitering, in the bus stops waiting and every other place where I could watch time passes by.
Then worst of all, three months after quitting my rewarding job, I am still jobless. After already making two exits to Kish. I am still looking for work. Oh! Global crisis, how could you be so cruel? The things that I have planned when I was still in Kish didn't materialize as expected. I wasn't spared of the crisis that is sweeping many economies. Just when I thought that I could redeem myself as soon as I got back to Dubai, all just turned out to be huge disapointment. If it was a movie, critics would call it a monumental flop. Big mistakes. False hopes.
The too many "less" is taking my little breath by storm. Homeless, penniless, jobless, loveless, careless, I would have been less of a man if I had given up. I know heaven is still far and distant from where I am right now, but it is just there waiting.
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