Life in the deserts. Or the lack of it.

So here's the thing.

It doesn't matter who you are or what you earn, One can't bring one's family to the country before proving 6 months of gainful employment.

Majority of the so-called expats, which is about 85% of the population, can't even afford the threshold, so the whole place is swarming with frustrated, overworked, underpaid workmen with severely restricted lives. Men only. Because women and children await the expat remittances our home country is so proud of. Oldies aren't allowed in either. Families are discouraged. Health is screened before immigration. Only fit males who can labour well. It's a carefully constructed "perfect world". Hitler would die to learn, if he weren't already. A lot of people would learn too, had they survived the harsh conditions. But they constructed the edifice and facades.... the exteriors hide the grim reality of empty realty. The interiors hide the unforgiving deserts outside.

इस दार-ए-तरक्की के अंदाज निराले हैं।
रास्तो पर उजाले हैं, जहनों में अंधेरे हैं।।

To top it all, 6 month moratorium extends to everything about the family. Even school. Surprise raids will catch the erring schools imparting that overpriced education to illegal families who managed to sneak in with their husbands. Such is the rules.

Sun is clouded today.  Just another sandstorm. The dust clouding visibility. Keep working. Put your head down, bury it deep.

Anybody wants to join this fabulous wonderland! Time of my life!