I had some views from the UAE, if someone could be so kind as to pass these messages on.
To the lady from the souk who made my leebas: I want my surplus fabric back, please, not ribbons.
To the boy from the souk selling pots: it does not matter what country I am from. You have not the right to stare, as you well learned in madrassa.
To that Egyptian restaurant in Sharjah: I still dream of your food. I have never had the equal.
To the white camel, who I met by the dumpster: then no. I haven’t got any food in my hand, still.
To those with whom I stayed: I love you and I miss you, every day, all of you.