I see people confused with aimless eyes seeing nothing but under their foot steps.
I see waves drifting as many as they could with them, thinking that each one of them is going to a different direction; not knowing that they all pour in the same sea.
I see people convicting their own acts yet only when done by others.
I see shouting yet hear no voice!
لا يلام من على من لا ملامة عليه يلوم
فإن يلام كمن يلوم من لا ملامة عليه
In my slang
ما عليه شرهه
She stands waiting for the green man to show, so she can cross the road; she looks up to the sun and it’s when the sun starts a conversation with her weary eyes.
The sun: “You have been watching the night more often these days?”
Her eyes: “Yes I just can’t close; her mind is disabling me to do”
The sun: “I wish I could shine at night for her but a control on that I haven’t got”
Her eyes: “She prays a lot to God, to able her to sleep in peace as before”
The sun: “I’ll pray for her as well; I’ll pray to see my reflection on her face again with every rising I do”
Her eyes: “Sorry but I have to inform her that the green man has arrived; see you later”
The sun: “Soon I hope”
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!!
