I left Tareem last month. Packed up the house.
Really only some people get to taste, really taste honey, real honey. With their tongue, or eyes, perhaps their heart. I’m not sure what was for me but simply put this affair is not one for words to explain.
I am back in Malaysia for now, this week Singapore. I get asked the same few questions generally.
But not the one I’ve been asking myself for many, many months now.
‘Why are you leaving Habib Omar?’