in my heart

Sometimes I miss the desert so much it hurts. Sometimes I miss that sunrise over the gulf, the feel of the sands between my toes and knowing that I was in a culture so different than anyone even knows. Sometimes I will google that town just to remember it, just to see if again, and sometimes, just a memory is enough. Sometimes it's so hard to remember, when only just a few in my life actually remember it too. I will never forget the sound of ARabic, or the way it sounded driving over the causeway to Bahrain. I will never forget the smell of fresh meat cooking on the spits of the city sidewalks, and the way a fresh shwarma tasted. I will always have memories of fresh fish in the front yard, of Kentucky Fried Chicken separated into two sides, one for each gender. There will always be prayer-call burned in to my mind and I will always recognize a mosque.

The thing about it is, no one quite understands how much that place was a part of me and how much I miss it every single day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about it, but tonight for some reason, I miss that place so much where the desert met the sea.