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a hopeful transmission

“I’m grateful for always this moment, the now, no matter what form it takes”.

Eckhart Tolle.

 

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Does the title sound familiar in any way?
I nicked it off an album interlude in Coldplay’s album, Mylo Xyloto.
One of my favourite people in the world adores Coldplay and I’d always been a fan too, I just seem to understand them much more now. I find myself playing their music on shuffle whenever I’m walking around the streets here (or anywhere really), and just feeling very hopeful and optimistic about life.

This time, Coldplay (me and my imaginary star friends 😀 ) accompanied me to the Bahrain National Museum day before yesterday, making the entire experience even more magical. We (my cousins and I 😀 ) actually went three days ago but we found it closed and decided to come back later, but that first trip didn’t go to waste. I was in awe, and spent at least an hour plus + taking pictures! The Museum and National Theatre are in the same compound, although I couldn’t enter the latter as there was an ongoing conference. Check this link out, can’t believe I was just at it’s doorstep! I’m grateful for just that. Maybe when I’m a world famous architect/ travel blogger they’ll let me in *grin*

*Stops typing and touches temples, visualizes and sends out magical vibes out to the universe*

I stayed until after sunset, playing ‘Sky full of stars’ on repeat, completely immersing myself in the wonder of it all. At the end of the museum visit, I took a moment (at least thirty minutes, haha) to pause and be present. Feeling the warm breeze against my skin, listening to the faint sound of the waves, and in a span of three minutes listening to the unanimous sound of the adhan from several mosques in Manama. I knew it was special when I got goosebumps all over on my arms.

In such moments, I pause and remember to state what I’m grateful for. I’m grateful for life. For growth. For this moment.

What are you grateful for right now?

more life

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
― Anaïs Nin.

 

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Today Yesterday, I got to watch the sun rise from an airplane window. This is also the first post on my blog that I’m writing away from home, in a new country. It is ironic that it all seems so surreal after months of endless planning. Maybe it’s because technically, I am home – with my uncle’s family who I see about once a year. Whatever it is, I’m trying to be grateful and soak in every single moment – whether I believe what I’m experiencing is true, or a dream.

You see the thing is I’ve been planning on taking a trip outside Kenya for over a year now, and finally it seems to have magically worked out. Life these past few months have been as unpredictable as the weather. I’ve always had to think of plan B’s, C’s and D’s to back up my moves at all times – always preparing for a disaster to happen. It is a terrible habit that encourages anxiety, while convincing yourself that it’s all somehow for your own good. Fixing problems even before they happen. I can’t describe the feeling I had after my little brother’s and my passport got stamped and we found ourselves walking into the arrivals hall at the Bahrain International Airport.

My cousins picked us up and agreed to take the long route home to show us around the financial district of Manama. Very Middle-Eastern statement skyscrapers plonked into the landscape, with a panoramic view of the Arabian Sea, listening to Kendrick Lamar’s track ‘Humble’ on repeat. My brother and I had a three hour nap and then we all went out for dinner at Muhammed Noor Restaurant. We had bukhari rice and grilled chicken, which is the definition of generous portions. Sema tamu? We then stopped at a bridge in the middle of the city to get a view of the skyline, and later walked around the City Center mall where I got to ogle at some yummy cameras – wishing I could take them all! *insert crying emoji*

It was a lovely day, and somehow today topped it up. I can’t wait to share more with you.

In other news, we got nominated as Best Travel Blog at this year’s BAKE Awards! There’s four other very worthy nominees in this category so I’m truly humbled to just be on the list, and would appreciate every single vote I can get. I’ve learnt to take nothing for granted, so here I am saying how thankful I am to each one of you. It would mean so much to me if I won, so please vote for me and spread the word. I tear up just thinking about actually winning!

For about two weeks now, I’ve been listening to Drake’s playlist ‘More Life’ on repeat, day dreaming about listening to it in another part of the world and looking back to this little girl who always dreamed of ‘traveling around the world’. And here I am, following through with the fantasy. So whichever part of the world you’re reading this from, good morning, good afternoon, good night! I’m here to talk about More Life.

PS. Forgive the blurry pictures in some of the shots, I tend to get too excited sometimes and it shows in the pictures haha.

the way to go

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What do you do when you’re bored, a little antsy, and got nothing to do?
You keep busy. A good start? Go through pictures on your phone, edit them and put them up on your blog.

I don’t know why I found myself overly sentimental during my most recent trip to Mombasa. It seemed just a little bit more special to me, and I started to appreciate everything even more. These pictures hold dear memories to me; streets I’ve walked through my childhood. I’ve seen them change – aged and/ or refurbished. I’ve walked through them with family and friends. Some have come and gone. We’ve had many laughs and good times together, and we’ve experienced loss and stood strong with and for each other. We’ve grown. This is Old Town, Mombasa, the way I know it best. It’s narrow crooked streets and the immense beauty and history that resides therein.

These pictures fill me with hope, and an eagerness to keep the ball rolling in life. I hope you like them as much as I do.

Catch up again soon?
Fatma.