We are standing on Shakey grounds–with impeding work termination upon us and recent fight with one of the higher ups of my hospital, I always feel that my stay here in Doha is timed. May it be me or my friends, I know somehow and sooner, someday has to go.
Spending the most of what Qatar has to offer has been a new mantra of mine. Savoring the sweetness yet sometimes bitter flavour of this tiny arab nation.
Every 18th of December, Qatar celebrates their National Day and I did my best not to spoil the occassion without me in it. So I opened the idea to my network and luckily got a positive response from two unexpected friends of mine – Anjo and Joanna. Leah’s presence was part of the initial plan but she ditched us over her boyfriend at the very last hour of our call time.
The three of us decided to meet up as early as 4am so as to secure a good spot and a cozy position for the parade. I was worried since these guys are from Matar Qadeem and might have a limited idea about the roads of Al Sadd, which was evidently true. We agreed to meet up at Al Bidda park just adjacent to the Qatar National Theatre. I believe my instructions of the place were as clear as crystal and that I am confident that the cab that would bring them through would know what spot I was reffering to. In contast, what happened was their driver dropped them off approximately 2 or 3 kms away from where I was waiting- the very place my instructions is pointing them to. I arrived at the Al Bidda entrance 10 min before 4am. Me and anjo opened our lines althroughout via whattsapp. To make the situation worse, the two heavy-pounded individuals aren’t sure of the road they’re walking into. It took us an hour or more before we were able to meet up and assemble. We entered the Al bidda Park at around 5:45am.
Unexpectedly, we have secured a relatively good spot for the parade and we chatted worldly-things while waiting for 8am to strike for the commencement of the event. Surprisingly, we saw our general Manager and Finance Manager two rows behind us and we still kept our cool and “play blind” with their presence. Me and anjo struggled to take a photo of them to post on Instagram for that could be a sure hit among our peers. Beside is a photo of them I took while they are busy; Salem taking photos while Dr. Dinesh sending messages perhaps.
Then , the parade started with an Arabic hymm….might be Qatar national anthem…what exactly was it is we have no idea. Dumbfounded as we were, we still enjoyed Qatar’s display of military strength and acrobatics. Expats would agree with me in saying that their multi billion oil industry gave them all they need to defend a tiny country as this. For countries who has/ future plans of invading Qatar, they might strategise well for this Nation would give all they have to defend it.
The crowd was a mix of nationalities. Black, White, Asians or Westerns sit patiently and took off their cameras to document the event in their own ways. People were amazed with the tanks, jet fighters, para gliders, camels, horses, dogs etc.
Personally, I was disappointed of not seeing the Emir on the event. I was expecting He and his whole family would show up and woe the crowd. None of the famous Qatar politicians appeared…
The three of us enjoyed the parade and proved to ourselves that Carl’s statement that he finds the occasion boring and not worth the effort wrong.
To Qatar- More Power
To us – Godbless and Good luck American Hospital Pips!