Embarak 3alaikum El Shahar

Mubarak 3alaikum eli buga min el shahar :p Madri laish ana dayman met2akhra :p Kilish mu 3adti .. Anyways I hope awal sboo3 eb hal shahar ma kaan 9a3ib.

To be honest with you, it wasn’t bas at all, ya3ni el7imdilla I didn’t really feel really tired or thirsty or nezal thaq6i :p

And to everyone who is complaining about ramadan being in summer and its hot and humid, I want you to look around you, look at your family and the food you have on the table.  To the walls that hold up your house, and the car that takes you to and from work. To the AC that cools your days, and the clean bottled water your drink before you sleep, and I want you to Thank God for everything he has given you.  Yes it might be hot, humid, sticky and disgusting, but we have our family, our house, good food and clean water.  There are people who are living in refuge camps, people who don’t have clean water or clean food.  So instead of complaining, 7imdaw rabkum 3ala el ni3ma eli e7na feeha, hot or not :p

Excuse my lecture bas ena el7imdilla 3ala kil 7aal 🙂

And btw I am addicted to zwarat elkhamees.  Its the only musalsal I am watching.

Anyways I will leave you with this video …


Kuwaiti Invasion Memory

One day late to write about my memories of August 2nd 1990, but I wouldn’t be Chirp if I didn’t procrasinate.


I was almost 6 years old, and I was in Cairo with my mother, brother and my aunt, we were supposed to return to Kuwait sometime in the beginning of August, but my dad called us and told us to stay in Egypt and he will be coming in a couple of days. 

 It was VERY early in the morning on August 2nd, and the phone rang in the apartment, my mother got up to answer the phone, and I got up after her and followed her into the living room.  All of a sudden I hear her scream and start to cry, I had no idea what was going on, but I started to cry as well. 

We spent about 3 months in Egypt, and at that time my uncles and my aunt who were in Spain came to Egypt, and it was like a mini reunion.  My mother put my brother and I in a school, I was entering 1st grade while my brother was in KG 1.  I remember not wanting to say the National Anthem of Egypt so my brother and I would close our ears and scream out the Kuwaiti National Anthem during the line in the morning.  My brother would run away from class and hide under my desk. 

I think it was October or November when my mother decided that she wanted to go back to Kuwait, my father was still in Kuwait and also my grandmother (my moms mother) and my youngest Aunt were still in Kuwait.  I still don’t understand the thought process that went through my mother at that point, I was 6 and my brother was 4.  We flew from Cairo to Amman, and spent a night, and we found a driver that drove us from Amman, through Iraq and to the borders of Kuwait.  It was my mother, my aunt (3amiti), and two other ladies who I do not know.  3amiti was going back because her son was still in Kuwait, and her Husband was in the Army, so their house was probably a target. 

I still remember incidents like they were yesterday, my brother was 4 bas ilsana kaan a6wal mina, and he just started speaking :p While driving through Iraq, it was pitch black and I was laying down all the way in the back (we were in a Suburban to fit us all), and I remember my mother telling the driver that if he needed to sleep we should stop at any available hotel.  We stopped at a hotel, I remember going into the room and opening the bathroom door and finding tiny cockroaches everywhere, it was the scariest experience ever.  We only stayed for a couple of hours so the driver could rest.

When we reached the Kuwaiti border the Iraqi soldiers told us that we weren’t allowed to enter Kuwait in that car, because it was an Iraqi license plate, and we needed a Kuwait-Iraq license plate, and ofcourse my brother was screaming out the Kuwaiti national anthem.  When the soldier came to our window he asked my brother “who do you like more, baba jaber (allah yer7uma) or Saddam?” and my brother replies “Akeed baba jaber ana Kuwaiti, saddam ana ma7iba”.

Anyways it was just our luck that a small car with two Kuwaiti men drove up to the border, I have no idea what they were doing there, bas el7imdila ena they took us back to the city.  My mom, my aunt and the two other women were in the back seat, and my brother and I were sitting in the front with the passenger, all i remember was how cramped it was. 

When we got home, I ran inside to see my father and he was just very confused, he had no idea that we were coming back to Kuwait, and couldn’t believe his eyes.  I remember hearing a mans voice and being very confused, and when I ran up the stairs I realized that the english news was on and that was the voice I was hearing. 

There was just so much memories that happened during the remaining months, too much to write in one blog post.  I am actually surprised at the amount of memories I have from the Gulf War, specially since I was only 6 years old.  Days that I do not want repeated, especially since I am older now, and would understand much more.  Allah ekhali liq8 oo allah e7afeth’ha.