Nothing could ever happen here, right?” I look at my husband for reassurance on an evening walk, just a couple of minutes before the first missiles are intercepted in Dubai on the last day of February. I break into a run, asking my husband to call our teenage daughter and wait for them in case they rush downstairs. My husband texts to say they are downstairs, the older one shepherding the younger to safety. I head back down the elevator, and it stops at every floor, full of people trying to evacuate. They are respectful of each other, bound not by a common language or nationality but an implicit trust in their host country.

Source: Indian Express March 11, 2026 00:50 UTC