Inspired by a true story from the life of my grandfather, who spent his last years working in the Middle East to support his family in the Philippines.
You work as a mechanic in a land of yellow sand and wind and nothing else, where at noon the people turn their faces to the place where Muhammad was born and drop to their knees and pray. You do not pray with them – you pray to a different God – but you do it in secret because if you do not do it in secret they will send you back to your own country, or worse. And you cannot afford to return to your country now, even though with every day that you are in this strange place, a small part of you stops breathing. Continue reading