Almost two years have passed since my last post. I can remember the day I lost my passion to write: it was not long after I found out I was pregnant with my fourth child.
Since then I’ve given birth to a beautiful baby girl, Amalia, but the journey to this point has been long. Once, writing was my way of processing what was happening in my world. It was the easiest way to vent or to express happy moments. Written words were far more powerful than spoken.
I’m slowly coming back. There is so much to tell you. My battle with prenatal depression was perhaps the main reason I stayed away. I lost control of my coaching voice and it took a long time for it to resurface. I’ll write about it soon.
I’m still in Dubai. I can’t believe it has been almost nine years in this incredible city and country, which really does hold a place in my heart. The United Arab Emirates is our second home.
Let me introduce the new addition to our family. Amalia was born on 20 October 2015, and shares her birthday with her father. She completes my beautiful family.
2016 was also the year I met some very special people. After years of speaking on the phone and hearing their horror story of escaping the Syrian war, I met my aunty Hiyam and her family during a short trip to Lebanon. I also met my uncles, my mother’s brothers, one of whom lost his battle with cancer in November. It was a truly sad day, as I had only just started to lean more about my extended family. Having a base in the Middle East has allowed me to discover more about people I’d only seen in photographs during my childhood. I’ll write more about it over the next few months.
As one year ends and another is about to begin, I’d like to take this moment to wish you safe and happy holidays.
My Arabia will be back with so many wonderful stories.