A personal memoir by Aziza
Looking around I could see expensive brands that would my grandma cry of joy: Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and Coach. Wow. The particular entrance we came through led us through a wonderland of the middle east’s specialties: dates. Stores full of chocolate covered free samples lured my parents in like sirens singing to hypnotized sailors. They tasted as sweet as sugar-cubes being dipped in honey. I gripped the smooth, metallic railing as my parents looked for some attractions on the touch-screen guide. They found an aquarium. Yes, there was a whole darn aquarium here! A tunnel of smooth-skinned, blood-curdling, vicious great-white sharks that could make a grown man cry. Elegantly dancing, transparent jellyfish, and who could forget our feathery, fluffy, penguins!
Leaving the aquarium, I realize that I was starving. Luckily, so was my family. As we set out to explore and find a restaurant we found astonishing things: roller coaster with queues of people waiting, ice skating rinks with energetic music blasting from stereos, and a movie theater that probably out sized Sarajevo Airport. We gazed outside the abundance of windows peering at the Burj Khalifa Tower, the tallest tower in the world, it shined like a beacon that could be seen from miles beyond.
Stumbling around a bit more we came across an embellished restaurant to dine at, MORE’s. Its interior design was simply perfect. Dark-wood flooring, walls painted in purples and decorated with sharp pieces of mirror. The cuisine, however, was scrumptious. They could make simple hamburgers into masterpieces. I got a glimpse of a hamburger from the children's menu, it had such exquisite details I was amazed. There was a smiley-face burned into the top bun with sesame seeds as hair with a cherry-tomato nose.
As I exited Dubai Mall I was gloomy. I realized how much my feet ached from walking. Nonetheless, it was a stupendous, exceptional day. A perfect memory.