THE CITY AWAKENS.
LIKE A BEAST RISING FROM ITS SLUMBER, IT EMERGES.
FROM THE REMAINS OF THE OLD,
IT FORMS.
PILLARS OF MODERNITY JUTTING FROM ITS RICH SOIL. LIVING, BREATHING.
A CITY THAT CARRIES ITSELF WITH CONFIDENCE, PRIDE. UNFLINCHING, UNAPOLOGETIC.
A CITY THAT CARRIES ITSELF WITH CONFIDENCE, PRIDE. UNFLINCHING, UNAPOLOGETIC.
THE STUFF OF LEGENDS.
THE STUFF OF MYTHS.
TURNED INTO REALITY BY THOSE THAT INHABIT IT. THOSE THAT BECOME IT
EMBEDDED WITHIN ITS TRUE FABRIC.
WITH ALL OUR STRENGTHS AND IMPERFECTIONS, WITH ALL OUR DIFFERENCES AND THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE US WHO WE ARE, WITH ALL THAT DEFINES US AS PEOPLE, AS INDIVIDUALS.
WE BECOME THE CITY.
WE ARE THE CITY.
WE ARE DOHA.