What better way is there to spend quality time?
He’s nine, sells baneq and tirmis infront Mubark hospital. I asked him why he was selling baneq and tirmis. He said مادري (I don’t know). I smiled and left.
I know why but at the same time, I don’t. I wanted to take him away from his parents but then what? Ask the law to do what it’s supposed to? I wanted to take him away and save his childhood but im not his mother nor his father. I wanted to sit with him and ask him how he got here, where his parents are at. In my head I wanted to help him, I still do. A few months ago I met a young boy 13 or 14 years of age selling movies infront of the jami3ya. Two weeks ago I meet another kid infront rimithya jami3iya selling movies. He told me his age but I forgot, 11, 12, 13, does it matter? Every time im near the sea I meet a kid who sells colored lights. Theres always a kid thats selling something, doing this or that. Theres always that poor kid but I just got a thousand KD. I just got a thousand KD and Mubark continues to sit infront of the hospital selling baneq. I can’t say I know if he’s there often but he was there today and thats what matters. This one day is all it takes for me to be crushed. Can’t you see how the system is flawed? I go out, spend 5 kd on a meal I don’t enjoy, watch a movie for 3 kd that I don’t enjoy, eat some pinkberry that I don’t enjoy and Mubark sits on a tiny chair and gets what he gets.
250 fils? inshalla
500 fils? thank you
1 KD? right on.
How many Madree’s are there in Kuwait?
I was sitting in the living room with my older sister and her best friend(Dee) who were having dinner. I was circulating news on the web relating to all the protests happening in the middle east. Finally, freedom thinks me.
The day before my sister showed Dee pictures of Palestinian children murdered at the hands of the IDF. Yesterday Dee cared. Yesterday she vowed to boycott companies that sponsored and endorsed the Israeli state and its wrongdoings (understatement) towards the Palestinians. Today she look’s up and laughs and says I don’t care about politics. I say to her “politics defines your whole existence, except the fact you were born.” I don’t care she repeats and my sister tells me the humanity in her was only for yesterday, today she wants to continue eating McDonalds. Dee says “if my stomach is filled, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care”. She rubs her belly. I look at her and I’m seething. Words jumble up in my brain, arguments form but I just let them sit on my tongue. I try to appeal to her with familiarity so I say to her that one of the boys in the pictures you saw, his name is Ahmad, my brother’s name is Ahmad, the one you care about as much as I do. She smiles and I read in her eyes the words: I don’t care.
I tell her how Benjamin Netyahuhu’s father doesn’t refer to Palestinians as Palestinians, he calls them arabs and muslims. I appeal to the arab and muslim in her. I try to explain what he means but I don’t care I don’t care. If my stomach is filled, im happy, im happy. I don’t care.
My sister says to Dee that by the time she’s flown off to England there’s probably going to be protests here in Kuwait. Dee then states “الله يخلي الحكم من الناس و من عدوانه” [Translation: God protect the system from its people and its enemies] I look at her baffled, from its people, from its enemies? I look at her and say “I’m the enemy.” I asked her why she thought the people were wrong and she tells me about all the theft in Kuwait. I’m baffled and I think, is she kidding? I explain to her that that’s what the people are fighting for, they want a corrupt free government but she doesn’t get it because she chooses not to get it.
I’m shocked and baffled. I don’t get her words and I don’t think she gets mine. She agrees on the fact that Israel is a state born because of hate and breeds only hate but I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.
To Dee I quote:
“Nationalism is our form of incest, is our idolatry, is our insanity. ”Patriotism” is its cult. It should hardly be necessary to say, that by ”patriotism” I mean that attitude which puts the own nation above humanity, above the principles of truth and justice; not the loving interest in one’s own nation, which is the concern with the nation’s spiritual as much as with its material welfare /never with its power over other nations. Just as love for one individual which excludes the love for others is not love, love for one’s country which is not part of one’s love for humanity is not love, but idolatrous worship.” – Erich Fromm
The writers of this blog refuse to accept “War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.”
The middle east has woken up but it seems some still need to be shaken from their slumber.
Unless it pisses someone with power off, then it’ll only get you locked up or beaten up or dead.
Isn’t it time for a certain writer to start posting?