Migrant Diaries: Muscat Field Notes 

Cities of the Gulf are made by migrants over the past fifty years. More than three generations have grown up here with a semi detached relationship with home passport countries. Malls articulate this complicated relationship status quite well; chole bature, coexists with shawarma, kahwa with karak chai. The fare from the motherland, with the material comforts of the late capitalism of the Persian Gulf, fuse seamlessly. 
Long distance nationalism fails/falters at the altar of enhanced livelihoods for the migrant from the global south. Identities are a work in progress. The migrant is respected because of the remittances back home, while meandering as a free electron in the host communities. The acceptance is something he deeply yearns. 

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