There was an extraordinary turn of events in the city of Jubail this weekend, when a group of migrants, powered by exotic spices and fueled by a bucket-load of audacious enthusiasm, took over the city throwing an Arabian soiree of a lifetime. Urban statistics report a 300% increase in camel sightings, kebab-induced coma rates, and abrupt outbursts of 'Yalla habibi!' across the city. The migration officers, who usually respond in shock and awe to such events, were found busting a move on the streets, their kanduras swishing in the night air, while munching on extra spicy falafels. "This is a hoot," one of them was heard saying, right before he was coaxed into a round of intense dabke by a group of overexcited Lebanese expats. Local veterinarian Dr. Abdullah Al-Saud was flabbergasted by the sudden surge in camel-related calls, stating, "I've never had to go on so many emergency calls for camels wanting to join dance-offs before. They all seem to love belly dancing for some strange reason!" He was later spotted giving belly dancing lessons to a group of enthusiastic dromedaries, which was downright hilarious, considering his two-left-feet dancing resume. The stars of the soiree, undoubtedly, were the kebab connoisseurs hailing from Syria, Iran, Iraq, and Turkey. They dutifully manned the makeshift grills along the corniche, sending irresistible wafts of lamb and garlic-infused air high into the night sky, making the dieticians in town weep. According to health officials, Jubail emergency services were on high alert for a citywide food coma, with emergency stretches being repurposed as giant flatbreads. "I've heard of make love, not war," said resident food critic Abdulaziz Al-Muftah, holding up his chunky sizzling kebab, "But this? This is make kebabs, not war. Whoever came up with it, please take a bow." Finally, the migrant fashion parade was a sight to behold. Kanduras of all sizes, colors, and bling factors dotted the dance floor, making Jubail look like it was having a white, gold-embroidered Christmas in scorching August. Local tailors, initially bewildered by the sudden rush, were later found tearing up with joy, as their empty workshops turned into buzzing kandura production units. While official reports of the Arabian invasion are yet to be filed, it's safe to say that Jubail has emerged as the epicenter of this unforgettable migration fete. There are rumors of a follow-up grand fête featuring hummus hot air balloons and couscous confetti cannons, which, frankly, would not be surprising in the slightest! For now, Jubail grooves to the rhythm of the oud, the wafts of perfumes and kebabs, under magical lantern lit skies. Here’s looking forward to next weekend in anticipation of another night of camels, kebabs, and kanduras!