Notes I Won’t Reread

I disappeared for two days.
Not in a dramatic way. No mystery. No blood. Just Abu Dhabi.

Apparently, when you don’t go out for a while, your friends decide to drag you across an emirate as if fresh air might reboot your personality. The plan was the Zayed National Museum. It didn’t work out, because plans rarely do. So we went to the Zayed Festival instead.

lights, noise, so much noise. too much people, We stayed until midnight, which already felt like a small act of rebellion against my usual habits.

They told me to sleep over.
“Then tomorrow we go somewhere else, then we drive back to Dubai.”
That sentence had no clear meaning, but I agreed anyway. Tired people agree to stupid things.

The night passed. Nothing poetic happened. Just sleep. Disappointing, I know.

The next day we went to the Natural History Museum. Finally, something that made sense. Animals. Bones. Creatures that lived, survived, and died without pretending to be interesting on social media. I liked that. Animals don’t lie. They don’t explain themselves. They just exist, eat, kill, sleep, repeat. Efficient. Honest. Relatable. I didn’t write during those two days.
Not because I was busy discovering myself or whatever people say. I just didn’t feel like turning moments into sentences. Sometimes living is enough, and sometimes it’s just living.

After that, I drove back to Dubai. Home.
Same roads. Same thoughts. Same quiet that follows you no matter how far you drive.

I’ll write about it properly later.
Or I won’t.
Not everything needs to be meaningful to be remembered.

Sincerely,

still unimpressed,

Ahmed