Sandier Pastures

Summing it up:

They pretended to accept my application and asked me to wait for a week. Told me they call. That’s a progress after being denied so many times.

No calls at all. I went there again to follow-up after 7 days. As expected, ho-hum…

It’s not ready. Wait again for a week. They never run out of tomorrows or next weeks…

One week has passed, off I go again, sacrificing my time at work and blogging. Don’t even mention the heat and the dead cold office and the migraine in between.

My number was called. Application returned. REFUSED. What!? because my father is still living (I told you they want him dead). Haven’t we passed through this!??

Was told to see this so-and-so person for appeal. Begged for mercy Tried to be as diplomatic and possible. REFUSED. DENIED. “But sir, if my mother is not here, I will not be able to work.”

Two words: “Then leave.”

The only option I got is to get a new visit visa for mom. We need to exit to Oman, drive through the border and take a u-turn. Need to do it THIS weekend, have to follow the signs that says “Hatta Fort” or “Oman”, or follow the camel trails.

Spent hefty amount for the new visa. As of last week, new visa cost tripled. They are literally robbing the foreigners. Some no tax BS huh.

I am poorer by more than a thousand dirhams because of the broken promises. And I don’t even have my Harry Potter book YET.