While cruising through
the lucid Sheikh Zayed Road, Dubai (United Arab Emirates) on one afternoon amid
sweltering heat of August 2005 with my then Boss in his Land Cruiser, he threw
a spanner out of the blue, “Why don’t you apply for immigration to Canada? You
will have a better life and your daughter will get the best education and on
the top of it, you will be living in a first world country”. He further
explained the futility of the gulf state(s) where working class immigrants do
not have a promising future. They will be sent back to their native country
once they hit the retirement age unless they have big money or business or
great fortune there.
I was aghast on his off
the subject remark which alarmed me whether he was thinking to sack me as I was
doing a non-productive job in his Trading Company as an Import-Export and
Transport Manager but later I realised that he was knowingly or unknowingly
speaking truth and was correct on my side. After a short discussion with my
wife, we took a decision and applied for immigration in the start of 2006 and
received the crucial File Number in March same year. I did not have big money
nor a fortune or a business to feel comfortable about the future; furthermore
my descent and sense of critique against Islam and religion as such were
reasons that I could not associate myself with the land of Dubai. Dubai was
booming during those times; newspapers, electronic media were busy announcing
mind blowing projects after projects. They were all for world fame; the tallest
building of the world was commenced few kilometers from my office and it became
an attraction to see its structure grow on a daily routine.
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