“Consider this, my younger son came home from school one afternoon with five 100-peso tickets for a school affair which I, as his parent, was required to pay. Before I could react, my older son came in saying, “Daddy, I got a surprise!! But don’t get upset, ok? I have 10 tickets but they only cost 50 pesos each. My teachers thought it best that those in the upper grades get twice as many tickets.” I felt my blood pressure rising… before I could ask for my medication, my wife was right behind me with the pill bottle and a glass of water. I felt a little better with her thoughtfulness when she suddenly embraced me and said, “Pay for the tickets… it’s for the kids, anyway…” And I said to myself, “Shiiitttt… this sounds so familiar!!!”
“So, I work here in Qatar to make good money to pay for all those tickets, donations and solicitations… And when I read about them and my head starts to hurt, I miss my wife’s kisses and my children’s loving concern. I have no one here. I cook. I wash and iron my clothes. Ah, life… sometimes water pours when it rains… at other times, it’s missiles…”
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