As I waited for the gates to open and my flight to start boarding, my mind went to a place far away. I was in tears. But I couldn’t decide if they were tears of worry, joy, sorrow, or anxiety. Only one thought lingered in my head: “Did I make the right decision, or will I regret this in a few months?” My parents moved from Cairo to Dubai over 20 years ago, when I was only a year old. I always like to highlight that although I was brought up in Dubai, I was still born in Egypt. Every summer, I travelled with my family to Egypt to see my grandparents and relatives, as well as go on beach holidays to Hurghada and Sharm El Sheikh, before Sahel and Sokhna were around or were even popular. Unlike many girls my age, I waited every year for our summer trip to Egypt, like a child waiting for her favorite cartoon to air (which, in case you were wondering, was Timon & Pumba!). Most of my friends disliked their summer trips to Egypt because of the repetitive power cuts at the…
