Scandalous Dubai

NAYA

Naya had never felt the desert heat as she had today. She tied her long black hair back
as sweat trickled down her tanned skin. Naya found herself tear eyed as
she walked towards the airport doors. She sighed already missing every corner
of Dubai’s streets. If it were up to her she would be laying out on Jumeirah
beach getting the perfect summer tan while indulging in a fruity cocktail. Instead,
reality had hit her as she walked through the busy airport searching for the
check-in counters.

Relieved that she wouldn’t have to go through the long line filled with middle-aged
expats and their children, Naya found her way to the first class counter. After
three long successful years at her job she was able to splurge on a first class
ticket. As she handed her passport to the lady at the counter, she noticed an
Emirati woman walking by in her long silk black abaya clutching on to her
limited edition chalk black Prada tote you would only be able to get through
connections without being on a year long waiting list. Tears filled Naya’s eyes
as she realized she would no longer have the privileges and luxuries she had gotten
used to. That was one of the perks of being the personal stylist of a Sheika
from the royal family.

"Too late now" she thought as she tried to block the unfortunate events that led to the end of the life she had worked hard to establish.

Bursting with emotions and trying to contain her anger, Naya picked up her Louis Vuitton carry on careful not to stumble in her Louboutin platforms as she walked towards airport security.

"This was it" she thought, she was about to board a 16-hour flight to the United States and leave
everything she loved behind.