I didn’t sleep well last night. I tossed and I turned, uneasy about the future of Kuwait. I worried about my students and their families who might have been inside that mosque. My heart was (and is) permeated with sorrow for the losses of this country. But it’s not just another country – it’s my country.
I know that might be controversial to some, but despite not being born here, and despite Kuwait not being my “home country,” or the place that provides me with a passport, it is still my home. It has been my home for the past three years, and it is filled with people and places for which I have a deep affection.
I would not normally be here in Kuwait during this time of year. But this year, I am here. And just a few days ago I was expressing to Peter how I felt grateful to be here during Ramadan so that we could experience such an important time in the calendar with friends and loved ones.
And then yesterday happened.
Immediately I panicked; I wanted out. But I can tell you that I am still glad to be here. I am glad that I can support my friends in their grief, right here, right now.
This is a place I call home, and no one can take that away from me. Things have changed, but I also believe that it has drawn people closer together in unity. The act that was committed against Kuwait yesterday was just that; against it. It was not from Kuwait. This is a peaceful country full of loving people. What happened yesterday affects all of us – Kuwaitis, and those of us who are long-term guests here.
Kuwait, I still love you. I always will.
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