AD, I miss Cape Town.” Aqeel and I have just arrived at Doha College for his tennis lesson when, from his car seat in the back of our 4x4, he delivers the words I’ve been dreading.
I look anxiously in the rearview mirror, trying to gauge his expression, but can’t quite make out if he looks sad or is merely still miffed at having had to leave home before Spongebob Squarepants ended. If he is sad, he’d have good reason.
It’s been almost four months since Aqeel and his sister Saabirah left South Africa for Qatar. Once Shihaam and I made the decision to move, we tried to make sure Aqeel understood what was happening. Four years old, he had found his comfort zone in Cape Town and had become very attached to his extended family, especially my parents, brothers and sisters, who took every opportunity to spoil him. And then there was the close connection he enjoyed with his