In three days I leave for my new job in Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates. I will be in charge of the Liaison office for the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR). I am going to the Emirates in the summer, at the time when people usually leave the place. I have a lot of responsibilities in my new function, I doubt I will even have time to think about the weather, or the stifling heat of the desert, or of the beautiful Swiss scenery I will miss and most importantly, the beautiful amazing people I am about to leave behind to get settled in my new abode. Oh how I will miss the girls, the talented Sasha who is so loving and so sensitive as to almost be made of ultra thin crystal; the funny, self-assured multi-talented Andrea who is lost between being a goofy child and a wonderful-looking young woman who is just starting to get into the groove of being 13; and my impossibly wonderful little munchkin Monya, cuter than anything, with an unreal cuddliness factor, and smarter than any other four year old I know.
I guess the attitude to assume now is: I will be doing something very worthwhile, and although I will miss the three doll-like creatures I was responsible for bringing into the world, I will be gone for a relatively short while to do something good. I have to try and raise enough funds for a UN agency entrusted with alleviating the suffering of refugees and displaced people who not only lost their homes, possessions and sometimes loved ones, but who often lost their dignity and the will to go on living.
If one is to measure job satisfaction and worthwhile causes to work for, I can think of very few that equal this cause of working for families, women and children and once proud men desperately depending on the international community to go back home or find a new home, new hope, a new life that is suitable enough for a human being. Millions of our brothers in humanity are uprooted from villages, towns, and cities by the violence of other men or a violent natural wrath on their country as what happened in Haiti at the beginning of the year.
As I am overwhelmed with packing my papers, clothes, gadgets and books, I am also packing my resolve, courage, and feelings of “all will be okay” for my loved ones.
I think my next post will be from the Gulf with my impressions of my new life. Inshallah.
Wish me luck!