First Chapter: Unwelcoming the Invitees

I am an expatriate
Living in the sand
My employer is hostile
It’s no more a barren land
Abundant glittering of gold
Shine of sprinkled stone
Blazing cruel sun
Remains the gift for the toiler
Only castle speaks the truth
Lie speaks the spoiler
Unfriendly religious sore
Brotherhood with gore
I live in the place
To get my bread and butter
But you keep me here
For the cumbersome chore
I deserve the respect
You lack admiration
This is my story
So I will utter
But with no butter!


It is entirely our fault. We go back home with a Rolex in wrist, original looking first copy of ray-ban on face and a fake smile of satisfaction. Aren’t we cheating people back home?

A witty and charming but an oppressed person. Who was standing in an unmoved queue, for the last 50 minutes finally uttered out the frustration.

Hearing his satire I looked at my attire, and not just me half of the people in queue had the similar deceptive appearance, except that mentioned smile which was now substituted by the right facial expression. Expression of aggravated fear.

About an hour ago the PIA aircraft had arrived on runway 10 minutes before its arrival time. And literally public had run towards the immigration/security clearance counters to try their fortunes. Those who were coming for the first time cursed nation and its impolite behavior. All others had no time to curse they just joined the marathon.

If the above narrations do not make sense to you then probably you have never visited the eastern airport in kingdom 🙂

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