[Dinner]
Me: Dad, how about writing a couple of posts telling us about your Thailand trip, the one you did years ago. I shall post them in my blog, and it should be very cool.
Dad: Yah, those were quite the days! Though sometimes I drop the details.
Me: Well, writing about it should solve that, shouldn’t it?
Dad: Lemme see.
[Sipping Tea the other day]
Me: So, how’s it going?
Dad: Whenever I have the time isA.
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My father says that the days he spent in that small Muslim suburban in south Thailand with his group, were some of the best days he ever spent in his life, he took off from Riyadh that year, and he returned directly to Cairo to spend the rest of the vacation with us. I recall one night, we were in mid-summer, and with him on the phone, and he telling us that’s it’s raining at his end heavily!
We were young, and honestly, I wasn’t that okay with the idea, I mean he should spend the holidays with us, not in some south-east-Asian country 9000 miles away!
But, and I put that on repeat, there was some stories to tell .. that are nothing short for exhilarating! Nature, the people, their humble life styles, their little shelters, their big white-marble-floor mosques, heaven-like sunrises and sunsets, smiling faces, and everything actually. It was so pristine that it makes you regret living in the middle-east ..
Anyways, I wouldn’t want to tell them now, I guess dad’s version should be way nicer .. I wish he’d write about them soooon!
Waiting for you father,
Waiting too!