your poem is powerful as it allows the children's beauty to gaze beyond the constructed false boundaries or borders and into 'common skies'........gorgeous metaphorical illusions you have conjured and inshyallah the dreams held by older generations too often betrayed will be given new shape in the beauty of the children’s hands............
The light that illuminates the captivating Arabian eyes of the beloved children - contoured by the magic, mystery and fragrance of centuries unborn- is borrowed from another sky............

personally the rhythmic waves of the lovely females gliding effortlessly through plasticised shopping malls of City Centre, Landmark, Villagio, Hyatt Plaza- as though they are rehearsing their parts in Truman show-a sea of fragmented silhouetted seduction is so lyrical - yet the breeze, the ‘nasim’, that ripples the ‘abaya’ so beautifully here in Doha turns into a rather stronger wind with less beautifying consequences in the broader Arab world..

but on a lighter note, there is so much to celebrate in the Arabian vision and as a Westerner trespassing on your lime-stoned whitewashed pearling terrain stretching like a white conjuring glove to the Arabian Sea it is humbling to admire your multifaceted strengths as Voltaire and Lessing once had......

and humbly to share your optimism for the children’s future.

the spontaneous cross cultural laughter and friendships you see blossoming among the children at the schools in Doha and in those crazy fun centres in the malls – is really encouraging sign that they will build bridges of humanity – al joussour - that other generations tore down.

let us celebrate their beauty

All the best
decelerated trespasser