Sometimes it was just..strange…overwhelming at some occasions.
I remember the first time i went to paris with my father as a teen..it’s different ofcourse..cause travelling as a child would bring up answered questions in my mind..but teens feel the answers before learning them..
The seconed i steped out from the plane i realized that the same surrpoundings would be there only limited..
a weired man in his late twenties was waiting for us in the airport..he was moving too much,makeing a fuss about dady’s arrival..as if he were the presedent of god knows what..he looked silly,exadurating like that ..
After a couple of hours..the phone rang in dady’s hotel room..it seemed strange to me..who would call us that fast..unfortunatly i answered to find the extra-femenin sound of an arabian woman…being cute and freindly asking about my father..the surprise was that he didn’t know her..
she was a fannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
ofcourse the next morning i had another small accident with reality when i saw a couple of girls a little older than i playing around when i went toآ
iffel tower..they were literly quarter covered……and arabians..!
i wasn’t veiled at the time and rather funky but their outfits were outragious as any thing not just arabs..
isawآ a lot of artists and important people on this trip..they would gather at a cafe on the champselese…one night iآ was sitting with my dad when a very old man came over with his family to say hi..i knew that he was a very rich man from saudi arabia..and he was asking my dad to call a very well known artiste to convince her to take only 250 thousand dollars …i was so curious to know what for..they kept talking for about 10 min. and i was dieing to know…i was more curious when my dad refused politely.to interfere…at last his wife said..well,i will not ask her to sing or dance..the kids just want to take pictures with her on their sister’s birthday party..
and i burst in a hesterical laughing case…i just couldn’t stop or not show..the man and his family stared at me and my dad was embaressed and saying..what’s wrong honey??something must’ve happened on the street!!
after a minute they were gone….and i said to my father…250 thousand dollars just for photos?!
he said..yes..but she insists on 300..!!
Realy that was it..i knew that it was all fake..worthless..
some people spend their life time to study and work hard and live respectfully and they don’t get to do half that amount of money..
humans aren’t fair..and when they screw decency and morals and common sense…life is turned upside down…
Back then i wasn’t aware that iآ will meet a different kind of humans that will make me restore faith in decent people again..
Back then i just had to thank allah that my father is not that corrupted..
hhhe never drank or smoked..never thought he was so much..i realy admired his humble soul..he’s the kind of man who wouldn’t go into fancy restaurants without his driver sitting among us on the same table..talking and laughing with us…
he would always point out the uglyness around him and teach me lessons on how to stay away from all that..he didn’t shut my eyes..but made me see the truth…whats behind the scenes…
To be continued………..