A Journey to Iran—Aug.17th, 2015. Flee Shanghai [Part 1] Now I sit alone in Pudong International Airport, with a pen in my hand. As I observe the people coming and going with their luggages of differe

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A Journey to Iran—Aug.17th, 2015. Flee Shanghai [Part 1] Now I sit alone in Pudong International Airport, with a pen in my hand. As I observe the people coming and going with their luggages of different sizes, it amuses me to think that people actually want to squeeze their entire life into a limited box. At this very moment, a middle-aged Chinese woman has taken a seat next to me and she is blabbering loudly with a dialect beyond my understanding, which is very annoying to the people who really want to have a rest. Alas, I'm still in China. The veil of night has fallen, and not even a track of star can be found in the ebony sky, and my hair is covered by Hijab that is as dark as the night. There are some people squinting, staring at me weirdly, as if I am affiliated with Al Qaeda. Alas, I'm still in China. The oriental wind is blowing gently, softly soothing the sequel of Shanghai's typical sauna weather. Somehow there is a whisp of loneliness permeating in my heart, which reminds me that I don't belong to any tribe or any society, and I have long lost my cultural identity. Today on my way to airport there was a thought on my mind, that i must find myself back. This idea is a commonplace which in the eye of some people is extremely naive or even stultifying. It suddenly occurs to me of an idiotic notion in China that travelling to Tibet could actually cleanse their souls, but the harsh and piquant reality is that no matter how many times they go to Tibet, they will return to their previous life willy-nilly. At most, showing off their photos taken in Jokhang Temple would be a compensation. I don't have even a shred of lingering affection to this city, and even in my dream I strive to flee Shanghai. The treacherous interpersonal relationships, the disturbing noise, vulgar behavior, monsterous mindsets and each smell of air disgusts me to puke 7 days in succession. But when some couples walk me by, I would still feel a little bit sullen—— Why do I always travel alone?

Sep 22, 2015 5:37 AM

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A Journey to Iran—Aug.17th, 2015. Flee Shanghai [Part 1]

Now I sit alone in Pudong International Airport, with a pen in my hand. As I observe the people coming and going with their luggage of all different sizes, it amuses me to think that people actually want to squeeze their entire life into a limited box.
At this very moment, a middle-aged Chinese woman has taken a seat next to me and she is blabbering loudly with a dialect beyond my understanding, which is very annoying to the people who really want to have a rest. Alas, I'm still in China.
The veil of night has fallen, and not even a track of a star can be found in the ebony sky, and my hair is covered by a Hijab that is as dark as the night. There are some people squinting, staring at me weirdly, as if I am affiliated with Al Qaeda. Alas, I'm still in China.
The oriental wind is blowing gently, softly soothing the sequel of Shanghai's typical sauna weather. Somehow there is a whisp of loneliness permeating in my heart, which reminds me that I don't belong to any tribe or any society, and that I have long lost my cultural identity. Today on my way to airport, there was a thought on my mind, that I must get myself back. This idea is commonplace, and in the eyes of some people it is extremely naive and even stultifying. It suddenly occurs to me what an an idiotic notion it is, that in China, people think that travelling to Tibet could actually cleanse their souls, but the harsh and piquant reality is that no matter how many times they go to Tibet, they will return to their previous life willy-nilly. At most, showing off their photos taken in Jokhang Temple would be a compensation.
I don't have even a shred of lingering affection to this city, and even in my dreams I strive to flee Shanghai. The treacherous interpersonal relationships, the disturbing noise, the vulgar behavior, the monstrous mindsets and each smell of the air disgusts me enough to puke for 7 days in succession. But when some couples walk by me, I would still feel a little bit sullen—— Why do I always travel alone?

Your writing and vocabulary is lovely! :)