It’s a simple life…
It’s not often that I walk away from a brief encounter with someone questioning such deeply seeded ways of life, human attachment, the perception of importance and a simple life. But today I had the wonderful privilege of being a part of a few mens lives within the Dubai culture that left me doing just this.
The six men I spent the better part of a morning with explained to me their life in Dubai:
‘We spend 10 days on our dhow docked in the Dubai Creek while we load cargo. Then we travel the seas to Iran, dock for another 10 days to do the same and then head back to Dubai. Even if the dhow is not full we must leave or our cargo won’t arrive in time. Our families live in Iran. We see them maybe 3 days a month. We repair the dhow ourselves, eat the fish that we catch, make our own bread, wash our own clothes.’
It’s a simple life. Most days are filled with boat repairs, home chores and the odd game of cards.
When asked how old the captain is his answer:
‘I don’t know. Maybe 45-50 years old but I don’t know my birthday or year. My birth year is in my passport – I never check it – and I do not know the day or month. None of my boys know their birthdays either.’
As the captains words were recorded on an iPhone and even now as I type and prepare this article to share with readers interested to know more about the lives around us, I am forced to question the meaning of attachment, the importance that is placed on situations that actually, may not hold as much meaning as we give it and how a simple life really can be fulfilling.