Our compound’s cat Habibati. We were told that it belongs to somebody living in our compound but we have neither met that neighbour nor seen any living presence in that villa. We learnt that her name is Habibi but we are calling her Habibati which is more suitable. Whoever named her, has given her a male name. Habibi means my dear, beloved one for male in Arabic and female version is Habibati.
She is always in our garden, on our windowsill, on or under our car. She visits us everyday, opens the garden door, goes to the kitchen and waits in front of the fridge. Basically makes herself home. 
We have been away from home for 4 weeks now so I have been wondering what she has been doing, who has been feeding and scratching her. Poor Habibati must have lost hope in us. We won’t be coming back for another 2 weeks or maybe more.
Missing the sunshine, my Arabic course, friends’ and her company the most…
London is very cold, cloudy and rainy. Despite of the grey sky and wet roads, it is still nice to be back, seeing familiar faces, going outside, joining a crowd of strangers and being independent again. Things can be difficult and even sometimes hurt but at least it feels real and alive.
Doha is like a fantasy world, like a sweet dream of ordinary people. However; you can’t sleep forever so it is good to wake up and catch up with the outside world as well.
