A Lesson Or A Blessing.

9

Previously on IELB.
In the previous chapter, we've seen how weird muneenah and faruk could be, to just go out that way at mid night, also, we've being hearing that 6th july upandown, what is so special about that date, if I may ask?🤔

Now the real deal here is, there's a one month leap.

there's a one month leap.

there's a one month leap.

Now faruk is back at his home town, with someone, who?😃

Read on,

Back home,

A wife?

Intovert+introvert.

Dubai,UAE.
February 2010,
Dubai International Airport, (DXB)

The refreshing unsophisticated cool breeze was a clear indication that he was home. A surreal fact about that home, was that, it didn't matter just how far or long he was away, every single time he left, he missed it.

    Cargo carts with the flag of the United Arab Emirates were being wheeled around, transporting goods, services and luggages around every part of the airfield,  down the paved runways leading to several terminals, the airport's service workers clad in identical uniforms, as they ran one errand or the other.

Descending down the steps of the Aircraft, his gaze  wandred around the airfield, and the few cars lined at a close distance to the landing pad of the jet, undoubtedly, having the car plated numbers of his family, he knew he didn't call for that much cars, but he was not surprised, his ummee's routine was such, every single time he returned back to his homeland.

     He, as a person who happened to have some sort of a twisted mindset, has never found it necessary to tell his mother he didn't need more than three cars, and if, at all he needed those, he'd get it by his self, he knew her, she'd either throw a party to celebrate him complaining about not wanting cars to her, or invite his relatives, accomplices and workers just to inform them of him speaking more than enough words..   either ways, she would never stop sending rides to pick him up,

    How she knew he was returning, happened, to be something he was still trying to find out, because every single time he was, one thing or the other from ummee proves she'd known before hand. When he never really mentioned it to her unless necessary.

    Along with every ride she sent, every single time, was a group of proffesional reporters who somehow found a way of trailing with the rolling convoy of the cars, he still couldn't figure out what was interesting so much about his existence to get them that involved in his life.

   He definately would have understood if he happened to be in india,at least from the thousands of series he had mistakenly witnessed his sisters view, he was sure they had invaders of privacy reffered to journalists.  Not in a bad way though, The idea of journalism had always amazed him, the inquisitiveness was clearly generous. His first dream when every other boy wanted to be soldier happened to be journalism. Ummee wondered how he knew what that was, at a pretty young age,but well, what he knew and kept in,were always more than his age could perceive.

   It was totally understandable if it was, Mr.ghazaali who experienced curiosity as to who he was, afterall he was amongst the board of cabinets of the United Arab Emirates, as well, an efficacious business man. Farouk, was nothing but a prince in line in the fortune his Great grand fathers built.  Was that astounding enough to draw reporters to his life?