Mornings

Morning is for the living Those that rise and shine, awake and breathing Mourning is for the living The dead don’t shed any tears, or partake in any wailing Morning is for the living And the dead would mourn if they could see us not living it

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Same Game, Different Name

There are many sides to Doha. Five star hotels, poor worker conditions. High rise luxury apartments, tiny box-sized designated ‘maid’ rooms. With all the abounding pomp and luxury, it’s easy to feel that the place lacks culture and authenticity. A cosmopolitan city, in which the nationals are dwarfed by non-residents who make up over 80% … Continue reading Same Game, Different Name