Banana Island

Banana Island 

About a year back my father took our whole family to Banana Isalnd. Its a small island in shape of a Banana about 30 KM off Doha.  The most fun part were the water rides, a lot of sand on the clean beaches. I really enjoyed it and wanted to go there again. My father promised that if I will be a good boy at home and school he would take me to the Island. 

Finally, the day arrived when we were going to the Island again. My mother picked me up just a little bit early from school and we were ready at home waiting for my father to come so that we all could go together to take the boat to the Island from the boat terminal. When my father arrived we all left and were greeted at the boat terminal. I like being there as they offer nice tea and some dates. As I saw the boat I could not hide my excitement anymore. I really wanted to be on it. As we boarded the boat we could we a bit of clouds gathering on the sea. Boat started to rumble and soon we were cruising on the water. I was stuck to the window watching waves splashing on to the boat window. Some big waves hit the boat and the boat started to rock making us worried for few minutes after which everything was normal. 

We reach the Island and were greeted with a bit of traditional singing and dancing. I wanted to head straight to the beach and I did so while my mother, father and sister headed to check themselves into the hotel on the beach. I was may be playing on the beach for about half an hour when my mother, father, and sister joined me on the beach. I built some sand castles and watched the waves smashing it down. I enjoyed chasing my sister on the beach and throwing sand on my father for fun. My mother was busy collecting shells like always and I helped her. While collecting shells we could see airplanes landing and taking off at the faintly visible airport in some distance from the beach. Weather was so nice that how time passed I didn’t realised. In distance sky started to change colour and sun started to dip below the horizon. Doha skyline started turning bright with coloured lights on tall buildings. Beautiful coloured boats started to slowly appear on the sea floating randomly from one place to another. As I was enjoying pouring water into my pool, which I had carved out into the sand, my dad asked me to finish up and head to our hotel room. 

Inside the hotel room my sister and I jumped into the bath and had great fun playing with foam bubbles and floating toys. We played in the bath tub until we were exhausted. My mom pulled out my sister and wiped her clean and fed her and she went straight to sleep. I still had some energy left. My mother had prepared some nice soup and we all sat in the balcony enjoying the view of the beautiful sea and reflections of light on it with the pleasant sound of sea waves crashing onto the land. I was tried and my dad placed a blanket over me and I don’t realised when I ended up sleeping. Late at night suddenly I was woken up by sound of rattling leaves of the gulmohor tree. As I looked around I saw a kid sitting on the tree branch looking at me smiling. I asked him who was he and what was he doing so late up on the tree. He told me he is the friendly ghost marvan.