Dubai family trip

Hii Starlights! its ur girl mahra back with new spell tea Dubai trip! so get ur snak and come back!! ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

We started the day with a plan—coffee somewhere in Jumeirah. The place looked gorgeous, soft lighting, minimal decor, everything about it screamed hidden gem. I think it was called Hormuz, but honestly, I wasn’t paying that much attention. We were too caught up in the aesthetic.

The problem? Reservations only. Of course. So there we were, standing on the sidewalk, waiting on a taxi like characters frozen between scenes. People walked past us, and we judged them one by one, like it was a sport. LOLL

Then I saw her—someone from our tribe. No hijab.(aka we know her she wear hijab when she in our city) She saw us too, no doubt about it, but she looked away so fast it almost felt rehearsed. She pretended not to know us. And just like that, a whole chapter of shared memories felt like someone else's story.

Eventually, we made it to Dubai Mall. The place was packed, mostly tourists. It felt like every language was echoing through the halls except Arabic. We wandered through cafés and restaurants, pretending not to notice how out of place we felt—or maybe we were just used to it by now.

But the real chaos started when we headed to Dior Café.(Ill put some pic down)

From the top of the escalator, I froze. It was all guys. Like only guys. A whole crowd of them just… standing there. Not a single girl in sight except for one or two waitresses in black and white.

I panicked.

There was no real reason, but the way they turned and looked up as we approached made me want to disappear. I let out a quiet scream—just a slip of sound I couldn’t hold in—and my cousin burst out laughing like she’d been waiting for it. I was mortified. Completely.

We sat anyway. Ordered food. Tried to pose for the camera like nothing happened. Me, my aunt, and my cousin. We were laughing, tilting our heads like angles could erase the awkwardness from before.

Then I heard them.

Two girls. Two guys. Sitting at the table next to us. Whispering—loud enough to hear but quiet enough to pretend it was nothing.
“She thinks she’s Miss Universe or something.”
And then they laughed. There was more, but I tuned it out.

I just smiled at my cousin and said, “Well, maybe we are.”

Later, we ran into the same group again. Dubai has that way of making the city feel too small when you least want it to.

On my way to McDonald’s, I spotted this Korean woman. She was beautiful, well-dressed, elegant—except she was yelling at her kids like they’d ruined her life. Her voice carried through the corridor, sharp and dramatic. I had to cover my face just to keep from laughing. It was too much.

And honestly? I started to notice something. Every single high-end restaurant we passed—every fancy, overpriced, wait-listed spot—had a Chinese family in it. Always. Dressed to the nines (no offense I really love China and I have Chinese friends.)

On the walk back to the hotel, two girls passed us at the traffic light, coming from the opposite direction. One of them wore this harsh, almost blinding red outfit. She was walking a dog, small and ridiculous-looking, but the worst part? The dog stared me down. Like really looked at me. Judged me.

I stared back.

And in my head, I said: “Tell your owner to stop dressing like she lost a bet.”

And then I walked on.

cant put more pic but u can find it on my ig acc  ( mi._rioo ) 

the pic on highlight named random 2 or u can find if on my Pinterest acc 

XOXO, mahra ♡.