Chapter 1: MIMI

It was the weekend of National Day in the Sultanate of Oman the end of November 2016. 

As she walked on the low-tided beach that morning, Mimi had her phone in hand. She was enjoying the solitude of the waves far from the shore, while walking with her bare feet on the cold, wet and soggy, but firm sand. She could see the exposed ocean floor where she could walk and search for shells, see the crabs scurry diagonally near where she stepped, watch the Sandpipers look for smaller insects, and see the long-necked cranes walk elegantly across the sand bars, while dipping into the sandy turf to find their breakfast.

The wind seemed to glide across the surface of the water. It gently blew her hair which was clipped up against the back of her head, her black sweater cascading from her soft shoulders, and as she walked she gazed at the sea to wonder when she would find the one that she had been waiting for her all her life.

That morning, for a reason unknown to her, there was very little human traffic on the beach, except for a few women and children playing in the cold waters which caressed the shore. However, one person really stuck out from the rest. This man, who was dressed like, the Omani flag approached her with a "Good Morning young lady! How are you?"