The modern civilization in Arabia was built with the sweat and grime of countless unremembered migrants, traveling from the southern climes of the Indian subcontinent and south-East Asia, lured by dreams of better lives for themselves and those they left behind...fellowmen from familiar lands, all setting forth westwards like me, towards their unknown destinies...
... tricked by agents back home and cheated by the law of the land...lives lived on meagre food in unsanitary cramped quarters...women raped and locked away in dingy rooms, men dead from exhaustion or dehydration or both...lives where basic human rights are stripped away to their very core. ..
Most of those that create, burning under the sweltering heat, do not get to see their beautiful creations. This story is a tribute to them, to those that toil under a merciless sun, so that Arabia might live.