6) Massif (And The Men Of The Middle East) Part I Poem by Otradom Pelogo

Massif (UAE)
Part I

Massif, a young boy who I befriended while there in Dubai at the Diplomat, while sitting and having a soda, stopped by for a moment after Lela asked me to show her my computer. He said hello, and began to talk with me as we sat there, I almost automatically grabbed and sat him on my knee, as if he were one of my nephews, but hesitated, maybe worrying too much about appropriate customs; trying not to be the rude stranger; and rather erring on the side of caution, and regretting it later. Yet we talked for a while until I ran upstairs and brought the computer down and showed the two of them; Lela and Massif, some of the things that I used it for.

At the mall later that evening, I was walking by a toy store and saw the salesman playing with a flying saucer, which worked by remote control, and I suddenly thought of Massif, and couldn't help but buy it; actually I bought two, and after giving him one of them, which he said that he really enjoyed and ironically his Mom helped him put it together, since his birthday was either that day or the one after. And before leaving realized that I didn't have enough room in my bag for the other one, so just before leaving, I ran down stairs and gave it to Lela and told her to give it to one of the kids in the neighborhood, which she gladly accepted, putting it up until having a chance to find a young child to give to, or if she is like myself, maybe putting it together and taking it home just for the fun of it…

Even the feeling that there are people there watching and hoping for the best; (for the peoples and the worlds they are from) , and this city, must work prudently together for it to be the great place that it really is.
After sitting for a while, I'll go back up to my room, either read the newspaper, work on my book or sit down and think, while staring out of the window. Then quietly listening to the calling of the daily prayer by the Muezzin; the Muslim Holy Caller from the Mosque, as he begins to chant, and things, until he is done, becomes quiet and peaceful in a place called the UAE, in a city called Dubai, in the neighborhood of the Deira District. These are the voices of the men of The Deira District; Now comes the year of the Man.