This is my love letter to Bahrain.

The first thing that always pops into my head and my heart when I think of you, is Home. I have been away from you for almost two years now, and I grab every chance I get to come back. Your humidity hits me when I first step out of the airport, but I love it, because its yours. I put the heaters up every day in my apartment to remember your heat. When I'm upset, thinking of your land, and sea, and sand, and great food makes me unbelievably happy. Then I think about your people that you nurture and all the smiles you put on everyone's faces. I think of my family, my special Friday’s, and mom's food. I think of luxury and comfort. I think of MMDDSSR, my true friends. My childhood memories. My school days. The PE uniforms. Waking up early to go to school. How will I ever live without picking up fake 1 dinar dvd's then grabbing some Mino, Merakesh, and Jan Burger! I miss you my love.

For years, we have watched each other grow. I will build myself up for you, and I know you are doing the same for me. Sometimes I think.. what if I was from another country.. Iraq, Lebanon.. perhaps that’s my blood.. but Bahrain, you are the love of my life. Hearing everything that has been happening to you devastates me, especially that I’m not there. I know you are looking after my family and friends. In a way, we are very similar. It seems like we're each falling apart, but believe me we will be stronger and better then we were before. You are a tiny dot on the map that we can barely see, but a great Kingdom that shook the whole world. Coming to you will cure me, and I'm sure to return the favour to you. Home is where the heart is: You are my home Bahrain.

Anonymous