Plushness

Last week i was looking for an address in al-Shaab-- it was raining and windy & 6 degrees outside. I saw a woman in a boushia and abbaya walking against the wind, i passed her once, noticing only her boushia- i haven't seen that since my grandma stopped wearing it in the 70's. I passed by her again, still lost, and then i realized how selfish i am to have the privelege of a warm car, and shelter from rain, and not offer a ride.

She came in, thankful and grateful. Her frail figure sitting in the passenger seat next to me. The words she uttered were prayers that I have a good life & blessings -- all because i offered her a ride to the bank.Without a pause she continued to tell me that she lives alone, her mother died, and has no one to give her a 2 minute ride. At 60, she's the youngest of her siblings, and they want to sell the house. They want her out. "I don't know where to go, and my brother said i can buy an apartment in Mangaf" she said.My boushia friend was crying by now, and i with her.

this is a comment in reply to kila Ma6goog's claim on bo jaij's post saying that he sees no poor in Kuwait.

Do you know what i wanted ? I wanted him to suffer.. i wanted him to have a slow slow slow slow death, seeing every bit and peice of his body being cut out.. centimiture by centimiture..How i got the news ? I was asleep.. i wake up on a msg from an sms from a friend, congratulating me !! I was in dubai, i run down the stairs at 9 am to see my grandparents and mom all wrapped around TV watchin the news ! i couldnt believe it! I was hooked.. Kept watching.. Till they announced that within minutes they will show the last few sec's before his execusion.He Shows up !! Dressed up very elegantly.. His head up high .. trying to hide his fear !! But his eyes screamed !! HE LOOKED SCARED !! AAAAGH ! the bastard .. they cut the scene.. and another scene pops up... My father, my pride ! i was in tears.. killing him was not enough .. killing his whole family .. his country .. burning IRAQ alive would never be enough ! Nothing will ever be enough to what he did to me .. my brothers.. my mom.. my family.. Am not selfish.. but am thinking of ME now ! let alone what he did to our country our people ! Killing him is not fair ! He should've lived to suffer .. to see his pride in the mud... to be humiliated.. Years and years of trials will never be enough... yet .. i wanted him to suffer .. like we did...16 years without a father .. times that by 10, 100, 1000 is the least that he'd deserve to be punished..We shut the Tv.. We go out .. enjoy the day .. or atleast try to.. Am back at home by 2am.. watch the news.. this time HE IS DEAD .. i see his body wrapped in plastic.. i only see his face.. that bastard.. i wished i had the chance to kill him with my own hands.. with my fingers being digged into his neck like my dad did to one of his soldiers back in prison before they murdered him.. Sheba, i couldn't sleep that night.. the movie was playing in my head .. 7 years with my dad...16 years after he was gone.. was it fair ??was executing him now enough ..?enough for the pain, loss, tears we cried, moments we missed our loved ones ? wasn't it too soon ..? didn't he deserve more ? wasnt he supposed to be hung alive in an open space with us all around him throwing rocks at him .. seeing him suffer.. ?Damn ! Damn that Judge ! Damn the Ameircans ! Damn Iraq ! Damn KT for not even giving the event eny importance. ! HOW COULD THEY FORGET HISTORY ! Not even History .. what happened was reality .. something NO ONE NO KUWAITI COULD GET OVER OR NOT REMEMBER FOR A DAY ... They deleted it from the educational courses.. and now .. they barely mentioned the news...aaaaah ! was it worth my dad's blood !! i want an answer !

Since i realized that i end up doing exactly the opposite of what i say i would do, my 07 res is not to have any resolutions -- EVER!