It’s my Mother’s birthday today. A woman who has the zeal to live fully despite multiple health challenges over the past three years. She is my anchor when my world collapsed a few years back, and gave me the ballast to live again. She loves the classroom, and even taught when we told her to rest. The zest comes naturally as she went to the mountains of Dhofar on the Yemen Border to teach in government schools in the early 1990s, learnt Arabic and taught two generations of Omanis. She misses Muscat, our home dearly. I am hence a Gulf Scholar by accident of destiny.
So grateful for her, and even today she tells me to keep writing my PhD thesis which she wants me to complete. I told her, i will do it for her.
Ustaza Smita, still continues to read and analyse today while taking a barrage of medicines to keep healthy.
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