My 5 year old daughter is wearing her finest outfit, a long dress made with semi-sheer chiffon, elegantly draped over the spring-green silk lining. The stunning green floral print is perfectly contrasted with a crimson pleated waistband tied at the back. I get a glimpse of her shyly making new friends with the local children, mixing in the odd English word with the dominantly Arabic conversation. I scan the place looking for my eldest children, but they are not to be seen.
“Where are the others?”, I ask anxiously still looking out trying to see what’s going on.