I live in a magical city where people from all over the world come to build things – to build the tallest towers, to build their bank accounts, to rebuild their life after living in places with unstable governments/few jobs, etc. Sitting in my apartment I see the ocean and infamous Palm island to my left, a camel racing course to my right and loads of towers under construction due north. When I tell Americans I live in the Middle East, some think I’m crazy (images of conflict and wars fill their minds), but when I say I live in Dubai, their response is the complete opposite: “Dubai, you mean the place with indoor skiing?” “Dubai, the place with man made islands in the shape of the world!” “Dubai, the place that has crazy parties at the Atlantis in the midst of a world economic meltdown.” “Dubai, where the hotels are hot, along with the people that visit them.”
I say yes:”Dubai, the place where I hear more Hindi and Tagalog than Arabic.” “Dubai, the place where laborers bust their tails to make our magnificent playground.” “Dubai, the place where shopping malls are filled with women in glitzed out abayas next to chics in tank tops fresh off the beach.” I like Dubai because it allows me to witness and participate in the blood, sweat, idea storms and tears all necessary to build a thriving city. An alumna of cities like NYC, DC, and Osaka, I am thankful for Dubai (a city literally under construction) because it makes me appreciate everything that goes into making an urban landscape thrive – streets, footpaths, buildings, symphonies, coffee shops, etc… To cities and all that goes into making them!
Sent by A from Dubai