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Farewell to Jeddah

FAREWELL TO JEDDAH

At last the day has come, things come to end

I have to leave you, though sad but content

T ‘is always touchy to depart a place

With many happy days that came and went

I still remember when I first came here

A cultural shock rocked me to the deep

So much was lacking, things in disarray

Sand dunes abundant, heat disturbed my sleep

Soon came the boom and miracles took place

Jeddah could be seen changing every day

The whole World, hand in hand, started to build

Jeddah, a city liked in every way

Sands were replaced with gardens in full bloom

Slums were turned into mansions and cute malls

Wide streets were lit with lights, and lined with trees

Plans were set with devotion to reach goals

The Sea shore, shallow, stagnant and hostile

Was turned into a lovely shore to see

The Jeddites spend their evenings by seaside

With families and friends, cheerful and free

Their children fill the shore with shouts of play

Enjoying that gift of childhood in life

Parents watch them with pride and with delight

From 10 PM till next morning at five

This is the way weekends are observed here

Not slow, not rhythmic, but they have their taste

The Jeddites are glad with their way of life

Though for others it looks a lot of waste

In every morning, Jeddah, I‘ll miss you

With every morning breeze or charming face

With every sunset beams dazzling my eyes

Dancing upon the face of Sea with grace

I’ll miss the taste of Holy Ramadan

No place like here gets one so close to God

The calls for prayer do enchant my soul

Change in a life’s routine would make me glad

Jeddah: I‘ll miss your cosmopolitan life

The mixture of sects, cultures and of race

Co-existing in harmony and peace

Where hatred and disorder have no place

For twenty eight years, Jeddah, you charmed me

You’re not a Paradise, but you’re unique

You have the aura of a virgin maid

But the soul and the mind of a mystique

Farewell, Jeddah, you chained and trapped my heart

How can I depart thee having no heart?

My soul will roam your streets until Dooms Day

My memories and you can’t live apart

Fathi A. Abdallah, MD

September13, 2005


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