The Majestic Pond in Saudi Arabia

 

A remote pond sits in the midst of mint green luscious tall trees, filled with little beautiful songbirds singing the sweetest of tunes and gingerly hopping from one intertwined tree to another. The pond, pregnant with cool, crystal clear water pouring out from a young spring in the creavases on the grey, old, burdened mountain, existed between the surrounding trees was the small pond we visited on a perfectly clear skied day.

 

The place was unearthed by a dear friend of our little family. It was a weekend that we went on to the pond, a week before exams I believe. It was meant to help the children of both families to relieve the strain of studying for the final exams..

 

It was a picnic always that brought us joyous times, a bit of food is always involved obviously, but it wasn’t the food, or the place that made us happy, it was the company of our friends that did. Shortly after we arrived and set up the picnic was when we raced to the pond to bathe in that crystallic water.

 

The elder son, Haytham, was the pioneer, the first to jump in the freezing water. A photo was snapped at the perfect time as his body touched the water and his shivering began, it was accompanied by the burst of laughter from everyone except the poor soul who is freezing. It was a wintery day for fall, the golden sunrays were just observers, not instigators, they heated the water of the pond minimally.

 

One by one, we went into the cold water previously thought cool. A joyous and nostalgic time indeed. The body of water was shallow except for the part we couldn’t stand in, it seemed at the time it would devour and drag us into perpetual, suffocating darkness. That wasn’t the case, nor was fear the case either, it was the care and attention of our parents that guided us on where to go and where to have fun.

 

The pond housed an interesting character, a young frog whose serendipitous meeting with us created a whole new level of play and fun, no animal cruelty was involved I hope. After we had a lovely time with Mr. Frog we continued to splash around and have great fun, even though I did not know how to swim at that time whatsoever, but splashing around was as fun as swimming for me at that age.

 

The pond was unanimously called Abu Shady’s Valley by the council of the kids honoring the uncle whose car we arrived to the majestic place in, a funny incident happened involving the made-up name. The younger brother of the friendly family had a geography exam that week and was asked to name valleys in Saudi Arabia and the poor kid’s brain froze, he needed one more name and could not recall any, to his aid came the name that we came up with for our pond and he wrote it in the exam and was commented on by the teacher.

 

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3 responses to “The Majestic Pond in Saudi Arabia

  1. This is so beautiful. This is why its so important to research before traveling. Sites like this can show people the hidden gems they would otherwise not find. Thank you for sharing the picture and your story.

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