Kiddie Viddie
During the Gulf war of 1990 my family moved to London. I spoke few words of English, and soon after my parents realized that it will take more than the...
Old poems (6/6): Thank you God
Thank you God for the eyes you gave me, so I can watch the view of the sea. Thank you for my nose, with it I can smell the pretty...
Old poems (5/6): My father
I thank you God for a wonderful dad, who has taught me what is good from bad. I always want to make him proud. Even if I have to fly...
Old poems (4/6): They asked me
They asked me: Who do you love? I answered: The one above. They asked me: Who do you respect? I answered: Who made everything ready and set. They asked me:...
Old poems (3/6):Peace
Just put your hand with mine and the world will be fine. There is something deep inside me. Something that no body can see. Let us be a one loving...
Old poems (2/6): Nature
Another one at around thirteen years of age. At this point I was living in Halifax, Canada. The sky is bright blue, that the sun shines through. The water is...
Old poems (part 1/6): I’d like to be
Below is the first poem that I can remember writing. I was about twelve when I wrote and my English was at its infancy. I’d like to be like the...
A prayer for my friend
In preparation for the new year I decided to give away some of my old things. Reasoning that someone might make better use of them. Also, since I did not...
Where we left off
Growing up, I had a detailed analysis sessions that i would carry out on my behaviour in order to develop or remove certain traits. I would usually assess my actions...
Where is the cheese?
Although it is a Kuwaiti tradition to gather for sipping tea in the morning or after lunch, it was not something that my father encouraged us to do. He would...
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