Precerpt from In with the East Wind: A Mary Poppins Kind of Life - Bahrain: And Later
The events that unfolded after I left Bahrain reached me only through messages from friends, each one carrying more fear than the last. I wasn’t involved in the politics swirling around the country then; I only felt the edges of it through the people I cared about as the ground shifted beneath their feet. A group of young men from the village I had visited and elsewhere had been taken in the middle of the night—boys pulled from their beds, accusations that didn’t match the sons their families knew. The details were always hazy, even at the time. Some said there were eleven of them, others said seventeen. What everyone agreed on was that the arrests came suddenly, based on information that later proved unreliable. The reason: public demonstrations at the Pearl Roundabout. I forgot what the political message was. I was only on the periphery and not there at the time. I only know about the turmoil through some newspaper articles I was able to access and through friends. I heard that t...