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“Next please,” summoned the immigration officer.
Shoulders drooping, I approached him, struggling to obliterate depressing memories of a weeping wife and a howling daughter as I bade them farewell. Holidays ended, I had to return to my Gulf job. Alone! Passport stamped; time to embrace twelve months of separation, loneliness and yearning! Price of prosperity!
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