A Nigthmare in Qatar

A travel ban? What…. Ban? Like you can’t leave the country? I couldn’t believe what I heard.. I couldn’t make sense of it, because being stuck in a country and can’t leave whenever you want is the worst feeling. Whenever I’m planning a vacation or a trip or wherever I go, I always need to have the option to leave whenever I want. But this time, I was thinking of the worst..when will I leave? When will I see my family… It was a horrible feeling and there was nothing I could do in this foreign country, where the law is based on religion… The ride back was a disaster and a feeling of disbelieve.. I was looking outside the window and thinking. My heartbeat was raising and I couldn’t calm it down, because in these middle eastern countries… there is no such thing as human rights..I was thinking of the worst and called B.N. right away and told her about this issue and that we needed to find a solution. She was very calm and didn’t show much empathy about the travel ban…which was strange…...

It was disbelieve as I couldn’t make sense of the situation right away. I immediately informed welfare that I had to leave as soon as possible. I really wanted to leave, but I also needed to leave due to obligations. They understood my situation and would proceed with the process. I thanked them and ensured them once again about me leaving as soon as possible. I already wanted to leave this country but now in this whole situation, the feeling got even worse. When putting down the phone, I was thinking about what welfare said.. postponed? And why did B.N. mention this to them? What was her motive behind this when I clearly explained that I had to leave the country? I informed D.S about this but we couldn’t really make sense out of it.. Why would she do this? And did she have the power to just postpone my departure? I don’t know.. After some time I went to B.N again to check on her and confronted her with the news. She was a bit shocked but denied calling welfare. She mentioned th...

My messages were not delivering to D.S and I decided to leave B.N with one of the police men and go and tell D.S. the story we both agreed on. I started running a bit and simultaneously messaging D.S, hoping my messages would deliver. However still they weren’t and I started getting a bit nervous. I couldn’t find his room and was getting nervous the moment I thought about the police interviewing D.S. After some while I still couldn’t find it as it all looked the same. The hospital was quite huge. Looking left…Looking right… which way? Sir… Do you know which room this is?...Really? I need to go back? Well at that moment I trusted this man and followed his directions. Walking in the hallway, I saw that my messages delivered to D.S. A moment of relief but still unsure what he said to the police. After some seconds I suddenly bumped into the police officer.. Shiit…He had an angry look on his face.. which all the police men have in Doha. He immediately asked where my friend was becau...

Again a feeling of defeat, when I heard the rescuer couldn’t reach us. On the other hand, someone knows where we are and can always call for back up, right? But how long would that take? How long before we left this place? As we were waiting, I once again tried to calm B.N. and D.S. down and tried reassuring them everything would be alright. Moments later, B.N. started talking, explaining and instructing what we should say to the police regarding the accident. I wasn’t really sure how the police work in these countries, but I agreed with everything B.N. said. Moments later, the police and ambulance arrived and it was a moment of victory. I remember that one of my family members in Suriname messaged me at that moment. I immediately called and explained that I was in an accident. They were shocked….and curious if everything was ok. I ensured that everyone was ok and that we are now leaving to the hospital. I also mentioned that my friends B.N and D.S were in lots of pain and that we...