Al Furdha - The Harbor - and Other Stories

<p style='margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0mm;margin-bottom:10.0pt;margin-left:0mm;font-size:15px;font-family:Calibrisans-serif;text-align:justify;'>Sometimes I find the present just fades away and becomes background noise. This is when the past – with its bank of memories – takes over and I find myself as if watching a documentary complete with images movement and the pulse of life. Certain triggers raid my mind and take me from my present life to a long-distant past in such a way that I can see and relive it in detail and even move between its different scenes.<br>But those scenes and details are not always pleasant for some still bring sorrow and these are the ones whose existence I try hard to forget. And though I might sometimes succeed their influences remain in every cell of my body and they leave me overwhelmed with anguish and pain.<br>Is it my nostalgia for the past that keeps taking me back to those ‘stations’ of my life?<br>Some of the stops on my journey are too hazy to attract my attention and I hurriedly pass them by. Others are so vivid and clear that I prefer to linger there press rewind and play again.</p>