Hatha Al Shariqah

Murder, mayhem, muggings, robberies, kidnappings, is this Tijuana, Fort Apache, Miami, or Compton? Nooo, It’s Sharjah! Well, I don’t know what’s going on. Today, when I came back from taking my girls to the school bus, I saw blood splattered on the wall in alcove between two apartments. Murder, suicide, only Allah and the poor fellow whose innards were violently let loose know what happened
. The seemingly abrupt fall/push/jump from the window above. The watchman said that he lived on the eighth floor, I did not look at the gruesome scene but it was the first thing that my husband saw when he came back from fajr prayer. “It was really gross.” He said The window is chest high and has nothing in which one could boost himself up. Whatever happened it is just on more reason for our beloved authorities to please, stop, take a look, and consider, the topsy turns that life in the Emirates is taking. This was supposed to be for many a paradise and it is turning into a hell.