Surprisingly the dusted air does not bring a gritty mouth? It seeps sandy, into the recesses of skyscrapers, gives bright blue pools a poxy composure. Its probably why the buildings aren't white but not why my teeth aren't
It's accompanied by muted roars, a cacophony of humanity in the near and far. Indians eating Ethiopian, Pakistanis driving Chinese cars, Arabs shopping at Bloomingdales, Filipinos Filipinoing.
A city that embodies the glittering gold of empty flats and abandoned offices, the cushion covered loungers and the overwhelming urge to jump from the 26th floor balcony.
A squinted eye admires the Burjes. A shielded glance is spared for the Mosques. Their brilliance is solar, my sunglasses game is weak and my neck is starting to get sore.
Your vision was the blend of cultures, welcoming them onto the progressing lands as if it was there own. Your passion of justice extinguished every fire and your endless kindness diminished hunger of the starving and quenched those thirsty. Your heart was vast and character so true and principled that hoped to strengthen and empower the youth to achieve its best so your essence carries on for you have risen to great heights and news of you have spread.