Fluent Thoughts

Those small devils that I have at home are so obsessed with rap and rappers; they dress like them and sing their songs. I have been trying to take their CDs and hide them or throw them but with no use, they will go and buy new ones.

I tried to talk to them about how not suitable those songs are for their age; but with no use, especially Boodi who would tell me: “Well, you’re not our mom”.

Last Wednesday I heard that little brat call Loosh with the “F” word. Oh God, I was really shocked so I shouted at him: “How dare you”. “And what is your business” he said it in the rudest way (he shocks me with his words), “Well I am your oldest sister and I care about you” I paused, waiting for his reply, but he didn’t say anything looking at me waiting for other words “and this word you said is not a good word” I said. “SO” he said, “You should not use it”. “Well, you are not my mom to tell me what to do” he said while he was pointing his finger at me. A six years old boy, with such attitude isn’t good.

I told my parents about it, so my father talked to them for a while and the conversation led to that my father will listen to the CDs before they do and if there is any such words he will not give it to them. And if he knows that any of them used such words he will be punished. That was fair enough to Loosh but to Boodi it wasn’t, because he knew that this means that my father will throw all of his CDs. So he came to me and said “You should shut up”. OUCH

Me and my sister are the only daughters of my father, the rest are boys. He prefers us than the boys; it’s so obvious in his way of treating us like princesses, the choice is always ours, what we wish we always have.

The other loving side in my father is his different personality. He has a serious personality and so strict, but when it comes to his family he is the most caring person and has a wonderful sense of humor.

My father never wants me and my sister to get married, he wants us with him. When ever somebody proposes, my mom tries to convince me but my father always says she is still young or that guy is not that good for her. Once my mom was begging my father to convince me so what he did is say “Dear, I know that this guy is not good enough for you and that his family is different than ours and that you may not live with him as you are living with us, but I think you should marry him”, so I refused and sure that my father wanted me to do.

When my sister was engaged I could see how unhappy he was, he faked it. He is so jealous of her fiance. I think he is afraid that some body may take his daughters from him. I would say to him “Don’t worry “.

محد في هالدنيا يسوى ظفرك

I and my father differ a lot, we have different views in life, culture, tradition and business; but he always respect my thoughts and never force his. The strange thing is people always tell me that I am so similar to him.

Once while traveling; it was night and we (Me and my sister) were so exhausted; and when we get exhausted we become so crazy, we laugh all the time and at any thing (like drunk) I think it’s a genetic thing. We were laying in bed at our hotel room and my father came to say good night, before leaving our room he looked at us in the most gentle and emotional way and said: “My daughters; what am I to you?”; we looked at each other and said: “An ATM hahahahahahaha”, we always do that (talk the same thing); he laughed and went to his room after kissing us.

He didn’t ask us this question again; but if he did I would say:
“You are the air I breathe”

I had an appointment yesterday, and yes I was waiting as usual. There was an old man who has a look of a mid 60 Bedouin man. I was reading a book while he was gazing me. Then he asked me

Old man: “السلام إختي”
“Hi sister”
Sister????I look like his granddaughter.

TF: “و عليكم السلام”
“Hi”
OM: “عسى ما شر شتشكين منه؟”
“What is your illness?”
TF: I told him
OM: ”إيييييييييه … ما تشوفين شر…. أنا شايفج هني قبل شهر”
“May you not be harmed …. I saw you here a month ago”
TF: “آخر زياره لي هني كانت قبل ثلاث سنين”
“My last visit was three years ago”
OM: “إمبلا آنا شايفج هني قبل شهر”
“I am sure I saw you here a month ago”
TF: “OK”
I wasn’t in Kuwait a month ago ?!?!
Then I continued reading my book again.

(Two minutes later)

OM: “يا إختي إنتي طويله حيل”
“Sister … You are very tall”
He said it in away as if it was a disease I had or something bad !!!
I paused a little after that
TF: “إيه … الله لا يبلاك”
“May you not be cursed like that”
OM: “إي و الله”
“I hope not”
I am not very tall I am just taller than him.

We both paused for a while.

OM: “ألحين الحضر قامو يتزوجون بدو و البدو قامو يتزوجون حضر”
“Now urban are marrying Bedouins and Bedouins are marrying urban “
I can see what question is this leading to
OM: “إنتي بدويه و إلا حضريه؟”
“Are you an Urban or a Bedouin?”
I know that my accent was a bit weird to him.
TF: “إنت شرايك؟”
“Guess?”
I like this question
OM: “و الله يا إختي , لهجتج ما دري شلون صايره. مو بدويه و لا حضريه و بعض كلامج سعودي و تقرين كتاب إنجليزي”
“Your accent is strange; It’s not Bedouin and not Urban and also you have some Saudi words; and you are reading an English book”
At that moment I couldn’t hold my self from laughing.
TF: Was trying to explain to him my accent.

And then came this lady wearing a Burka (Face cover where only the eyes are shown) and she was looking at me in away as if she wants to kill me; and when looking at the husband again his face was giving all kinds of colours; I guess he wasn’t allowed to talk to a strange lady.

P.S. Conversation written in English is a translation specially done for Wass and Sarpanch.

Dirty beaches and oil spots all over the seaside has ruined my mood in that long weekend. I did not swim in the sea and didn’t enjoy my morning walks. Very disgusting.

He came to me yesterday and said “I want to tell you something but if you promise me that you will not tell”. I was so excited to know what is that secret that Boodi has “Ok I promise; I will not tell” I said. “I love a girl in my class” and his face was blushing, he looked so cute, I opened my eyes wide “Is she Maryoom”, “No way” he shouted “She is Hanan, the girl with golden hair, but she doesn’t know”. Oh god he is only six.

I want to go to Dubai. My last visit was on February.

A good theater is a must in Kuwait. Why don’t we have a good theater here in Kuwait, I was discussing this matter with my father last week and he said that we have to get good theater writers and directors to get a good theater. Is it true that we don’t have them in Kuwait?

Loosh and Boodi had their first major fight last week with some boys renting a beach house near ours, Loosh came to tell my father the details of the fight and how he and Boodi beat those older boys with some movements that they have learned from the wrestling Play Station games. Boodi was sobing and talking at the same time “see Baba see, you have to buy us more of those games”.

September’s edition of National geographic magazine is amazing. (Africa: Whatever you thought, think again)

I had an appointment on Thursday morning and while waiting (as always) I met an Asian lady who started talking about her life and I was listening to her carefully waiting for some useful words, until they came out of her mouth directly to my heart.

“I can’t change people but can avoid them”

When she ended that sentence; I was no more listening to her.