As the new Muscat International Airport comes to life, Hasan al Lawati reflects on the old and declares: the memories will live on
People in Oman are all eager to get a first-hand experience of the new Muscat International Airport that just opened on Tuesday (March 20).
While the beautiful airport is the talk of the town now, I think it is also a good time to reflect on the old airport. The one that has served the country for around 45 years.
With more than 10 million travellers passing through it in 2017, it has been a silent witness to tearful goodbyes and happy reunions.
A wise person once said that “airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.” I do agree. Airports are not just a commercial hub for airliners that transport people from a place to another while serving them tasteless food.
Airports witnessed our first awkward hugs, our earliest dreams of leaving civilisation to wander into nature, and our hardest and most joyful moments.
I arrived in Oman last Tuesday on a Turkish Airlines flight’s last trip to the old airport.
When landing in Muscat on a very quiet night, I could not help thinking that it’s the last time I would see the building, the last time I would pass through the immigration counter and the last time I would pick up my bag from the conveyor belt.
But like humans, buildings die, leaving nothing but memories to live on.
Adieu old Muscat airport.