Sunday 13th July 2014
The third week of Ramadan has begun. Ho hum: work, office, emails, documents, paper shuffling, harried goings on, traumatized employees, moody and temperamental bosses…and I am apart from you darling Kingsley. Each hour I am enchained to this laptop my heart beats to your beat; I wonder what fun activities you get up to at nursery. Is it finger painting today? Playing in a sandpit? Off for a stroll about the DIFC with the other babies and your carers?
Even though they can claim my body – the modern, urban, well-paid slave to this corporation that I have become – they cannot own my mind. For my mind is on the prize: being one hundred percent dedicated to looking after the sweetest creature on Earth: YOU, Kingsley. Its just a matter of time…
You see its been exactly one fortnight since I tendered my resignation. And this translates into exactly two and a half more months grinding away at work. At precisely 5pm on Thursday 25th September, one month short of a six year tenure with the one and only place I have worked since landing in Dubai, my bags will be packed and I will be out the door headed for home. For good.
This decision to quit came easily and suddenly around three weeks ago. And why quit? To be a stay-at-home mummabear to the love of our lives, Kingsley. Yay! I shall forego the handsome monthly salary, but I’ll gain my handsome son. All to myself! And for this I praise God in the Highest, alhamdulillah.