It was an ordinary winter weekend in 2006. I was lying on my bed reading a novel when my mother screamed out to me. She was on the balcony, confronting a flying cockroach the size of a date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She screamed to me to go help her kill or catch or whatever it is you do with a cockroach. But this was a flying cockroach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While my mother distracted the cockroach for me to arrive, I updated my CV, applied for 12 jobs in Saudi Arabia, received an offer, packed a small bag, and was heading to the airport.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bid her farewell at the door and never looked back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You think I\u2019m joking, but I started my career in the GCC to escape a flying cockroach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Also, the only thing that could be worse than a flying cockroach is a flying cockroach that can talk. If it could also talk, that\u2019s it. I\u2019d kill myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was an ordinary winter weekend in 2006. I was lying on my bed reading a novel when my mother screamed out to me. She was on the balcony, confronting a flying cockroach the size of a date. She screamed to me to go help her kill or catch or whatever it is you do … <\/p>\n