Riffa3

This post goes to my profound love for that little bit of land in center Bahrain, I love you.

I adore how every one is related somehow to another, I laugh at teenagers who think they're big bad men with they're sporty cars, and tobacco. I smile when I see an old lady helped into her car by her loving family, I relax at the many little cold stores that are so helpful they'd come out to get your order (I MISS THAT!) I feel pride when I reply, "I am from Riffa.", I reminisce about the old days, running under the newly bloomed berry tree in my grandmother's backyard, plucking all the red ones out before they turn black. I miss racing with the boys.

I wonder about an old childhood love I had, then slowly shake my head to bury the old memories...
So much has changed.

We've changed.

And here I wish I could turn back the time, staying that little girl snuggling against my fathers arm, recalling how I thought he was the handsomest man I had ever seen, with his tall fit frame, his dark hair and slightly tanned skin, his laughing eyes, his many gifts, that old dusty military uniform in his closet.
I miss you.

Take me back to Riffa3. <3