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THE LIMITS OF WHAT WE CAN KNOW<br />
Dearest Saif,<br />
The United Arab Emirates was a country formed from the tribes around the tip of the Arabian<br />
Peninsula. The tribes were divided between those that were desert dwelling and those that were<br />
seafaring. They had historically fallen under the control of the British, who wanted to ensure safe<br />
passage from Britain to India, and so Britain set up something called a protectorate. This effectively<br />
meant that we were under British rule, with few if any direct material benefits.<br />
As a historical entity, the UAE was not burdened by the Arab-Israeli conflict or the history of the<br />
region in any way similar to other Arab nations. The Emirates had a clear sense of identity; we were<br />
marginal but determined survivors, and our culture, although young, was very strong. It is, as it<br />
always has been, a country that has genuine concern about the well-being of its citizens and residents.<br />
Though the formula for wealth distribution has changed from land grants in the 1970s to economic<br />
opportunities and jobs for all, the focus has always been on the Emirati individual—an Emirati<br />
individual with a character, a personality, and an identity. But looking back, the truth is that few<br />
people expected the Emirates to survive, let alone succeed in the manner that it has.<br />
Terrorism struck the Emirates for the first time on October 25, 1977. I attended an Englishlanguage<br />
school just down the road from our home. As the country was still undergoing tremendous<br />
investment and building, there were many foreign contractors, and this is why there were a number of<br />
English-language schools. My siblings and I were sent to one, as the quality of education was much<br />
higher than in the Arabic-language schools. I remember the day when I was abruptly pulled from<br />
class. My siblings and I were told there would be a three-day holiday and we celebrated. Back at the<br />
house, however, we returned to find my mother crying. Men stood in small circles outside in the<br />
garden. The women remained inside to watch a funeral broadcast on the family television. It was an<br />
old television with knobs and wooden shutters. The house was crowded, hot, and I have a vague<br />
recollection of everything feeling saturated by tears. An Emirati flag covered the coffin. I asked<br />
whose funeral it was but received no answer.<br />
Many years later I realized it was my father’s funeral. Over the years I have spent many hours<br />
trying to piece together his life story. It has proved more difficult than might have been expected. The<br />
journey has been revealing and instructive, even though the facts of his life still remain hazy and in