My first memory

I reached the Bahrain airport on my way to KSA, and met my aunt and uncle who were waiting for me there. It was almost a sense of relief that I had some relatives who would be able to watch out for me. I was overwhelmed by a sense of grief for turning a page of my life, and I knew I would never be able to look back again. My marriage was on the rocks, but recovering, I had paid off all my debts and I was looking for a new life. Prior to my accepting my job at KSA, I was working in the telecommunication industry in America. I got started as the dot com busted (great timing eh?). So every job that I was getting was turning out to be a dud. Reaching KSA, I thought, I have reached the place where I need to be, I am not going anywhere else!

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