Fluent Thoughts

The growing number of Homosexuals and transsexuals in this country is disgusting and disgraceful. I know that many of you would think of me as a narrow minded person for not being open to the personal choice of those people and the life style they have chosen. To me I see that no choice here was given from the first place. God created us both male and female and nothing in between, only for few medical or genetically abnormalities.

God has punished the people of Lot PBUH by the rain of death and that was to show us the coming generations that he will never forgive them or those who are in their side and agreeing to what they are doing; that’s why Lot’s wife was included in the punishment.

Don’t encourage them

Despite my previous post; I am happy to be an aunt of my little devilish niece. It’s been a year now since her birth.

I like it that she exists and like it more that she likes me the most (which makes her poor mum jealous ); she calls me “NANA”, calls her father “BABA”, and calls everybody else “DADA” including her toys!

She is much attached to me that no one is allowed to come close to me; no one is allowed to hug me or kiss me especially my little brothers; it is when she will start crying and shouting “NANA NANA”; which leads me to do it on purpose for the pleasure of it

Happy Birthday My Love

Being an adult and still living with my parents isn’t a strange issue in Kuwait; actually it is a must as long as I’m not married.

Being the eldest and single while my younger siblings are married is a bit strange; especially when two of them are married. They already have their own containers that I’m not a part of.

As for me, my parents treat me as a lady in my age should be treated, taking her own decisions and living her own life as if she is totally independent. This keeps only my other brothers in the container with my parents, leading them and some times taking decisions on there behalf.

What I have noticed yesterday is that I’m in no container; my mum calls my sister and they go in another room and talk about something concerning my brother (I guess), a few minutes later my brother and father join. I ‘m out of the room, out of the decision taking and out of all containers.

I don’t feel lonely and that does not make me change my mind about marriage; still I kind of feel left behind, why does marriage give them the precedence in being in that room and not me. It’s not that marriage had matured them any more. I’m still the eldest!!

She called it “Father is the daughter’s first love ”

First love indeed

I miss the colour blue.