Throughout the hours of the journey, I could not sleep even for a few minutes, as thoughts were raging in my imagination between a past time and a present that had fallen.
Heathrow .. Riyadh
Throughout the hours of the journey, I could not sleep even for a few minutes, as thoughts were raging in my imagination between a past time and a present that had fallen.
The lines of Bye Bye London were like a specter that I looked at, neither far nor near.
The gist of what I concluded was that a strange feeling came over me in the faces of passersby, as I looked at it in the eyes of beggars, and the same in the strutted steps of the luxurious.
Everything is in constant motion, things are changing, palaces that used to manage half of the world’s fateful decisions, if not most of them, have become a thing of memory, things will go on, but I do not think they will be as they were in the past.
What about the flowing money and those deals, and what is wrong with those stock exchanges that my eyes have begun to stare at the sky and land on the ground as if they were waiting for stability.
Will the kisses of lovers that were printed in October since two thousand before the twentieth return!
Perhaps it will return like the cry of a newborn to a father who has just returned from his graduation journey, crowned with the joy of a lifetime that his arms were cramped with, to tell him that his patience was not in vain.
Here is the darkness of night descending upon the sky of a city whose history was recorded, about which lovers wrote and poets narrated. Its lights shone, saying, “Come to you… Be guided by my lights and see the places of memories.”
But alas, alas, what made me happy in my past is not now. Perhaps my situation has become right, my city, and perhaps my taste has become inclined toward the impossible.
Are we the changeable ones, or is life according to this dynamic that cannot be stagnant?
It was a question I asked myself at two o’clock in the afternoon in front of the travel gates at Heathrow. I, the politician, the artist, and the idiot all follow the same procedure.
I had no choice but to mention one of Ghazi Al-Gosaibi’s sayings (What fool is this who expects London to notice his departure, or remember his days, or wish for his return?)
The flight crew announces readiness to land at King Khalid International Airport after a journey that resembled a battle. My mind was its leader, it ended my heart and feelings, so I gave it permission to take over your war opinion. Praise be to God for the safe arrival, and peace from me to the soul of that diplomat who I wished was among us to write (Riyadh is an independent planet that deals with planet Earth).
