Saudi Arabia. My home, my life. As the plane lands I have strange feelings. I don’t understand how the country of my birth is so different from all others. Just like everywhere else, people struggle for happiness here. Including myself. Right now I’m not a prince, just a man.
It’s good to see Hadi. He smiles and instructs the servant, who puts my luggage in the trunk. His thobe is a sight for sore eyes, I feel as if I haven’t seen Arabs for a very long time. I quickly take off my jacket and look forward to wearing something lighter.
“Salam aleikum, Prince Jamal.”
“Aleikum salam, Hadi.”
We embrace, and I think this is more than I wanted to give. Whenever I part from Csilla I always feel I haven’t given enough.
“Is everything all right?”
“Yes, Prince Jamal, but I’d better tell you that
