Khor Fakkan
A Place of Perspective and Peace
The text is based on the rough journal entries that Denzil kept in Dubai as a youngster. He recently revised and edited them into a coherent narrative that reflects his personal experience and perspective of the desert land of Khor Fakkan.
I’m out here in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, and it feels good. I feel a weird kind of peace. How crazy and busy I usually am. I work from Saturday to Thursday, six days a week. Lazy Sundays seem a distant memory from my college days. I live like I’m always in a race. I always look at those who are smarter, richer, and better than me. I look at those who have girlfriends, boats and huge cars.
How many things are there to stress, hurry up, and worry about? But how much more important it is to make time for someone I often forget in my daily madness, a deeper, quieter part of ourselves. I get glimpses of it at night lying in bed, on the road in a taxi or the silence of early mornings. And I feel it strongly now, here in the desert land on the edge of Fujairah and the high seas of the Gulf of Oman.
Everything I do matters so much. But here I hear a different, humbling message: everything I do doesn’t matter at all — when seen from a far enough distance, from the viewpoint of the ancient rocks in Khor Fakkan amid the endless landscapes, desert sand and limitless blue skies.
To stop myself from making things bigger and scarier than they are, I need to think about how small and unimportant I am when I compare myself to time and space. It’s freaking hot here. The air is heavy. This place doesn’t care about my life. In this desert, I don’t matter; I can see clearly — calmly, rationally — that my life is tiny. Khor Fakkan helps me to see things differently.
in Khor Fakkan, the desert teaches me in a majestic way what ordinary life often shows me cruelly; that the universe is stronger than I am, weak and short-lived. I have no choice but to accept the limits on my power. The lesson carved into the rock and desert sands submits to needs and nature larger than myself. But so nobly it is carved here that I can leave the Khor Fakkan desert, not defeated, but refreshed.
I am moved by what is beyond us and honoured to be part of such great forces. I have seen a place and listened to the whispers across a vast emptiness and a pearl of wisdom.
I am wiser now.
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