In for the last update, apparently a post got deleted accidentally. This is the winner of my choice!
It was hard to choose from different posts because each one was unique! I chose Aisha's because her entry was very touching to the heart and relates to our past!
Congrats, Aisha.
The night before was full of doubts but when the sun came up , it was no more doubts . Houses shaking , fire blazing and an unusual rush on the streets. People were freaked out and there were lots of unanswered questions . it was only the beginning of the hideous (live) nightmare. Those questions were later that day answered by all media sources , instructing people to be safe ,and sadly announcing that " Iraq invaded our beloved Kuwait ". 2-8-1990 was terribly an unforgettable day. Was jarrah the ideal warrior ? did her survive ?!
The troop was gathered in a camp located in Alj'hara and on 2-8-1990 , the tragic began. The troop was courageously defending their country until the next day , Friday , 3rd of August, the Iraqi army trapped the place entirely asking the whole camp to give up , drop their weapons , take off their uniforms then head home. Their choices were to either go back home wearing " sirwal o Fanila !!" or to get into the bus with your uniforms on and chin up. Very few gave up, but Kuwait is worth sacrificing our lives for, Jarrah and his loyal friends thought, and they had this "3izza" and was willing to do whatever it takes to never disappoint Kuwait . I know what some of you , readers , are thinking " why didn't they resist ?" well, imagine that they were surrounded by hundreds of Iraqi soldiers pointing their weapons at them , so resisting is considered suicidal in that case. The Iraqi leader commanded the warriors to kindly get into the bus. So ,They bravely got in yet scared of what their destinies has for them. In the crowded rattling bus , they sat sound trying to digest the fact that they're now prisoners.
At Albasra's prison
They quietly queued as they were commanded to, and each of them was wondering silently "will they execute us ?? or .. torture us .. ? or .
And Jarrah was thinking " Allah yastr , ya rab protect us "
Bader, who happened to be Jarrah's friend , gha9ib swallowing and said : ana khayf?
Jarra7: I think they'll investigate then set us free .. gol inshallah int bs ..
Then, an Iraqi soldier from the background yelled " OSKOT " unsure of who was talking
and randomly shot in the air.
The 70 ish captured soldiers were put into jail so they sat sadly lost in their thoughts , where some were whispering to each other trying to collect information. The door opened and an Iraqi soldier came in and started randomly picking out men. An awkward silence conquered the place except of course the Iraqi boss barking ! " int chalib . gom " if they tried to resist they get smacked while those who questioned yitcha3imoun. The random pick went on until it finally stopped at Jarrah. When that boss's gaze drew at Jarrah , the Iraqi soldier approached him and clutched his shoulder harshly " hatha seedi ?"
Barking boss: e , hai el 8undara !
Jarra7 angrily shouted: la tsb , Allah yl3ank ..
Jarra7 couldn't stand it , they were beyond jerks and yeah like you all expected , he got beaten up.
Bader interfered : hdoooh .. Allah y5aleekom 5alaa9
And he shot Jarrah a look which said ( iskit 3anhom , be safe) , Jarrah understood it wsikat
Barking boss: kol tbn intaa la yjeek idour
Jarrah and the picked out men were each separated in tiny cells for 3 days and the only person they spoke to was the investigator.
Bader secretly cried every once in a while ,being taken away from your family , and under the pressure of being shot in any second ( those idiots were absolutely insecure) , compelled to listen to the insults coming out from their filthy mouths and now Jarrah is away. It was too much to handle and they were all psychologically destructed. Bader hesitantly went to the guard standing by the gate, who had his weapon hanging from his shoulder and as Bader approached , he held it firmly.
Bader: *stuttering*
Guard: i7chee
Bader: where's Jarrah ? is he .. okay ? mm.
Guard interrupted : og3od makanak w la ts2aal !!
Bader went back to his place , stumbling into those on his way .." asif asif" then threw himself on the floor.
Jassim: la t7atee .. gool inshallah bs ..
*Hours later*
The troop was requested to queue and follow that mean barking boss, counted and then pushed into the waiting buses. They were all raged but of course they've never let it out because they know it won't be for their benefit. They only shot each other looks of anger and hope while enduring the Iraqi's ruthlessness.
In the bus ,
Bader whispering to jassim : et'haga ra3i elba9 y3arf wain eli 5athaouhom ?!!!
Jassim: ma an9i7ik ts2al .. hathail chibareet
Someone from the background asked:" into wain ma5theenna ??"
Bus driver: mu shughlaak , wnchabuu !
*dead silence*
Then again , Bader:" 9arline sa3tain b'hal ba9 . lemuta !! ", said fed up.
Jassim worryingly said: shhshshsh la ysm3oonna .
The bus parked in an old place ,prisoners were requested to take off their ranks only (not their uniforms). There was a pin drop silence so it was easy to hear the Iraqi discussions. They've arrested 660 kuwaity soldier and they were at AlMoosil's prison , which was basically a castle , a creepy castle of course.
For their first day there , they divided the troops into 70ies and then put into big room , I mean jails which were still considered narrow since 70 was too much for a room!
---
Bader looked very depressed and devastated y7ate everything in Kuwait and of course Jarrah ( he didn't spot him lma shalaw their ranks)
M7mmad: Bader, ethkir Allah ya5oy , inshallah maku ela el5air.
Bader : *sighed* , Jarra7 maadri sh9ar 3laih ..
M7md: Jarra7 AlXXXX?
Bader's eyes widened & said: eeee !
M7md: don't worry , I saw him from a far distance , he must be with another group. you take a rest now w nfs ma gal hl 8abar (Iraqi guard) the door will open in the morning.
Bader felt a bit relieved and he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.
The next morning, Bader was already awaken by the backache caused by the uncomfortable -almost-a-mattress.
In Kuwait
The danger was threatening everyone's life , including Jarrah's family. Um jarra7 was depressed since one of Jarrah's friends told her that he heard that " Jarra7 istash'had" . She didn't want to lose any other son and she was beyond hurt, so she and Bu Jarrah decided " We're travelling to Braida , pack in what's important only"
Just before they set off another friend of Jarrah ran towards them , he managed to say while panting " .. ana 7ab a6aminkom 3la Jarra7" . um jarrah's face became paler ,she looked at him with an obvious sorrow in her eyes. " w9alni 5abar inna Jarra7 w rab3a gdiraw yaflton mn el3rageyyen w ra7aw turkeya.." Um jarra7 was utterly puzzled ..so does the rest of his family.
-: " btsafroon ?"
Bu Jarra7: Braidaa.
AlMoosil's castle
The kuwaities were gathered outside in the open fenced ground where they can see the sun and have food.
-: shswolkom?
Jarrah: they were investigating , I guess they're planning to create a temporary government, bkaif omhom!
-: E,lichlab , lo ymotoon may7a9lon shay.
Jarrah: fwayyz , bdair !! shfekom yuba ,,Pray to god & have some hope ,complaining won't get us anywhere.
Praying , eating (9amoon tibin and if they wanted a change , they could have some of the Iranian prisoners crops) and talking was everyday's routine . They had no news about Kuwait , the situation was deadly depressing and there was nothing they could be positive about though but still most of them were clinging to some hope.
4 months later..
Jarrah and several prisoners were called for a visit, they've highly doubted it since none of them trusted any Iraqi there. Jarrah was scared and he didn't believe it at first ,until he saw a familiar person smiling at him , Adel , his friend . it was obvious that he was cruelly mistreated;/
Adel happily asked: shlounik 3sak zain ?!!
Jarrah still mu em9adig 3laina ( it was like a fat kid waking up in a room made of chocolate) . jarra7 ti6aman 3la ahala and have wrote them a letter too.
Barking boss: yallah ya 8undara 5ams d8ay8 baje
3adil whispered to jarrah : t9abbar wana o5ook
Jarra7:" Allah karem" then thanked 3adil & sallam 3laih
---
Barking boss: mistanis ya chalb ?! antum el 2an t3taberoon kuwaityen mitmarden 3la seedi ira2ees! < now that was the kind of torture they suffered from each day in the prison and those sick jerks enjoyed it like there's nothing more enjoyable in this world!. Slai76.
Jarra7 was about to insult him back but he got a koo3 from someone beside him : " ibla3haa ibla3haa w la tstathim broo7ik .."
Jarra7 ignored , and went back to his room smiling and prayed (9alat shukr).
2 weeks later
Thanks to the rumors about her son's death & escape , she wasn't totally convinced that the letter was from her son, but Bu jarra7 read it anyway. They were all touched by jarra7's words which represented true braveness and love , soon they were all in tears , tears of nostalgia & happiness.
The letter shortly said: I had the chance to never leave Kuwait but I preferred making my country & you proud. 3adil told me you're in Braida , I hope after my sisters are settled there , 5wani returns to Kuwait " el Kuwait mi7taja rijalha"
Months later
26/2 kuwait's liberated. The prisoners feelings of happiness was priceless :'). No more discretion of pain & they've realized that nothing compares to the taste of freedom they're about to re-experience. Bader who never had hope had spent those 8 months miserably. While jarra7 who prayed and hoped each day for peace had spent it wisely. They've released them by the second of March with the help and efforts of the Red cross.
Jarra7 is finally in Kuwait..
Jarra7: aluu
Um jarra7 suspiciously: aluu mnu ?
Jarra7's eyes filled with tears , he missed his mom's voice so badly , he managed to say : yumma .. ana Jarra7
Um jarra7: yallaa 3ad bala swalif yahhal *hung up*
He smiled then called a minute after and this time bu jarra7 picked up and was silent for a moment , then finally a deep voice " Alu .."
Jarra7: aluu yubaaa ..
And oh lord , the father hung up too !!
Jarra7 understood that they both needed some time to absorb the shock but he couldn't wait anymore , so he decided to travel to Braida.
In Braida
He first saw his younger brother who was in disbelief when he saw jarra7 !
Jarra7 excitedly yelled : 3baaaaaiiiiddddd .
Jarra7 entered the house and saw his parents already staring at the door. Um jarra7 reelha ma shalat'ha due to happiness , she cried and hugged him b8uwa..
After calming down ,
bu jarra7: I'm so proud of you son & proud of that scar..
jarra7: el7imdillah yubaa that's the best credit I'd ever get and Kuwait deserves my scarification and I'm proud of this scar too * points above his eyebrow*and It'll always remind me to put my hopes in ALLAH gabl kl shai.
It was hard to choose from different posts because each one was unique! I chose Aisha's because her entry was very touching to the heart and relates to our past!
Congrats, Aisha.
The night before was full of doubts but when the sun came up , it was no more doubts . Houses shaking , fire blazing and an unusual rush on the streets. People were freaked out and there were lots of unanswered questions . it was only the beginning of the hideous (live) nightmare. Those questions were later that day answered by all media sources , instructing people to be safe ,and sadly announcing that " Iraq invaded our beloved Kuwait ". 2-8-1990 was terribly an unforgettable day. Was jarrah the ideal warrior ? did her survive ?!
The troop was gathered in a camp located in Alj'hara and on 2-8-1990 , the tragic began. The troop was courageously defending their country until the next day , Friday , 3rd of August, the Iraqi army trapped the place entirely asking the whole camp to give up , drop their weapons , take off their uniforms then head home. Their choices were to either go back home wearing " sirwal o Fanila !!" or to get into the bus with your uniforms on and chin up. Very few gave up, but Kuwait is worth sacrificing our lives for, Jarrah and his loyal friends thought, and they had this "3izza" and was willing to do whatever it takes to never disappoint Kuwait . I know what some of you , readers , are thinking " why didn't they resist ?" well, imagine that they were surrounded by hundreds of Iraqi soldiers pointing their weapons at them , so resisting is considered suicidal in that case. The Iraqi leader commanded the warriors to kindly get into the bus. So ,They bravely got in yet scared of what their destinies has for them. In the crowded rattling bus , they sat sound trying to digest the fact that they're now prisoners.
At Albasra's prison
They quietly queued as they were commanded to, and each of them was wondering silently "will they execute us ?? or .. torture us .. ? or .
And Jarrah was thinking " Allah yastr , ya rab protect us "
Bader, who happened to be Jarrah's friend , gha9ib swallowing and said : ana khayf?
Jarra7: I think they'll investigate then set us free .. gol inshallah int bs ..
Then, an Iraqi soldier from the background yelled " OSKOT " unsure of who was talking
and randomly shot in the air.
The 70 ish captured soldiers were put into jail so they sat sadly lost in their thoughts , where some were whispering to each other trying to collect information. The door opened and an Iraqi soldier came in and started randomly picking out men. An awkward silence conquered the place except of course the Iraqi boss barking ! " int chalib . gom " if they tried to resist they get smacked while those who questioned yitcha3imoun. The random pick went on until it finally stopped at Jarrah. When that boss's gaze drew at Jarrah , the Iraqi soldier approached him and clutched his shoulder harshly " hatha seedi ?"
Barking boss: e , hai el 8undara !
Jarra7 angrily shouted: la tsb , Allah yl3ank ..
Jarra7 couldn't stand it , they were beyond jerks and yeah like you all expected , he got beaten up.
Bader interfered : hdoooh .. Allah y5aleekom 5alaa9
And he shot Jarrah a look which said ( iskit 3anhom , be safe) , Jarrah understood it wsikat
Barking boss: kol tbn intaa la yjeek idour
Jarrah and the picked out men were each separated in tiny cells for 3 days and the only person they spoke to was the investigator.
Bader secretly cried every once in a while ,being taken away from your family , and under the pressure of being shot in any second ( those idiots were absolutely insecure) , compelled to listen to the insults coming out from their filthy mouths and now Jarrah is away. It was too much to handle and they were all psychologically destructed. Bader hesitantly went to the guard standing by the gate, who had his weapon hanging from his shoulder and as Bader approached , he held it firmly.
Bader: *stuttering*
Guard: i7chee
Bader: where's Jarrah ? is he .. okay ? mm.
Guard interrupted : og3od makanak w la ts2aal !!
Bader went back to his place , stumbling into those on his way .." asif asif" then threw himself on the floor.
Jassim: la t7atee .. gool inshallah bs ..
*Hours later*
The troop was requested to queue and follow that mean barking boss, counted and then pushed into the waiting buses. They were all raged but of course they've never let it out because they know it won't be for their benefit. They only shot each other looks of anger and hope while enduring the Iraqi's ruthlessness.
In the bus ,
Bader whispering to jassim : et'haga ra3i elba9 y3arf wain eli 5athaouhom ?!!!
Jassim: ma an9i7ik ts2al .. hathail chibareet
Someone from the background asked:" into wain ma5theenna ??"
Bus driver: mu shughlaak , wnchabuu !
*dead silence*
Then again , Bader:" 9arline sa3tain b'hal ba9 . lemuta !! ", said fed up.
Jassim worryingly said: shhshshsh la ysm3oonna .
The bus parked in an old place ,prisoners were requested to take off their ranks only (not their uniforms). There was a pin drop silence so it was easy to hear the Iraqi discussions. They've arrested 660 kuwaity soldier and they were at AlMoosil's prison , which was basically a castle , a creepy castle of course.
For their first day there , they divided the troops into 70ies and then put into big room , I mean jails which were still considered narrow since 70 was too much for a room!
---
Bader looked very depressed and devastated y7ate everything in Kuwait and of course Jarrah ( he didn't spot him lma shalaw their ranks)
M7mmad: Bader, ethkir Allah ya5oy , inshallah maku ela el5air.
Bader : *sighed* , Jarra7 maadri sh9ar 3laih ..
M7md: Jarra7 AlXXXX?
Bader's eyes widened & said: eeee !
M7md: don't worry , I saw him from a far distance , he must be with another group. you take a rest now w nfs ma gal hl 8abar (Iraqi guard) the door will open in the morning.
Bader felt a bit relieved and he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.
The next morning, Bader was already awaken by the backache caused by the uncomfortable -almost-a-mattress.
In Kuwait
The danger was threatening everyone's life , including Jarrah's family. Um jarra7 was depressed since one of Jarrah's friends told her that he heard that " Jarra7 istash'had" . She didn't want to lose any other son and she was beyond hurt, so she and Bu Jarrah decided " We're travelling to Braida , pack in what's important only"
Just before they set off another friend of Jarrah ran towards them , he managed to say while panting " .. ana 7ab a6aminkom 3la Jarra7" . um jarrah's face became paler ,she looked at him with an obvious sorrow in her eyes. " w9alni 5abar inna Jarra7 w rab3a gdiraw yaflton mn el3rageyyen w ra7aw turkeya.." Um jarra7 was utterly puzzled ..so does the rest of his family.
-: " btsafroon ?"
Bu Jarra7: Braidaa.
AlMoosil's castle
The kuwaities were gathered outside in the open fenced ground where they can see the sun and have food.
-: shswolkom?
Jarrah: they were investigating , I guess they're planning to create a temporary government, bkaif omhom!
-: E,lichlab , lo ymotoon may7a9lon shay.
Jarrah: fwayyz , bdair !! shfekom yuba ,,Pray to god & have some hope ,complaining won't get us anywhere.
Praying , eating (9amoon tibin and if they wanted a change , they could have some of the Iranian prisoners crops) and talking was everyday's routine . They had no news about Kuwait , the situation was deadly depressing and there was nothing they could be positive about though but still most of them were clinging to some hope.
4 months later..
Jarrah and several prisoners were called for a visit, they've highly doubted it since none of them trusted any Iraqi there. Jarrah was scared and he didn't believe it at first ,until he saw a familiar person smiling at him , Adel , his friend . it was obvious that he was cruelly mistreated;/
Adel happily asked: shlounik 3sak zain ?!!
Jarrah still mu em9adig 3laina ( it was like a fat kid waking up in a room made of chocolate) . jarra7 ti6aman 3la ahala and have wrote them a letter too.
Barking boss: yallah ya 8undara 5ams d8ay8 baje
3adil whispered to jarrah : t9abbar wana o5ook
Jarra7:" Allah karem" then thanked 3adil & sallam 3laih
---
Barking boss: mistanis ya chalb ?! antum el 2an t3taberoon kuwaityen mitmarden 3la seedi ira2ees! < now that was the kind of torture they suffered from each day in the prison and those sick jerks enjoyed it like there's nothing more enjoyable in this world!. Slai76.
Jarra7 was about to insult him back but he got a koo3 from someone beside him : " ibla3haa ibla3haa w la tstathim broo7ik .."
Jarra7 ignored , and went back to his room smiling and prayed (9alat shukr).
2 weeks later
Thanks to the rumors about her son's death & escape , she wasn't totally convinced that the letter was from her son, but Bu jarra7 read it anyway. They were all touched by jarra7's words which represented true braveness and love , soon they were all in tears , tears of nostalgia & happiness.
The letter shortly said: I had the chance to never leave Kuwait but I preferred making my country & you proud. 3adil told me you're in Braida , I hope after my sisters are settled there , 5wani returns to Kuwait " el Kuwait mi7taja rijalha"
Months later
26/2 kuwait's liberated. The prisoners feelings of happiness was priceless :'). No more discretion of pain & they've realized that nothing compares to the taste of freedom they're about to re-experience. Bader who never had hope had spent those 8 months miserably. While jarra7 who prayed and hoped each day for peace had spent it wisely. They've released them by the second of March with the help and efforts of the Red cross.
Jarra7 is finally in Kuwait..
Jarra7: aluu
Um jarra7 suspiciously: aluu mnu ?
Jarra7's eyes filled with tears , he missed his mom's voice so badly , he managed to say : yumma .. ana Jarra7
Um jarra7: yallaa 3ad bala swalif yahhal *hung up*
He smiled then called a minute after and this time bu jarra7 picked up and was silent for a moment , then finally a deep voice " Alu .."
Jarra7: aluu yubaaa ..
And oh lord , the father hung up too !!
Jarra7 understood that they both needed some time to absorb the shock but he couldn't wait anymore , so he decided to travel to Braida.
In Braida
He first saw his younger brother who was in disbelief when he saw jarra7 !
Jarra7 excitedly yelled : 3baaaaaiiiiddddd .
Jarra7 entered the house and saw his parents already staring at the door. Um jarra7 reelha ma shalat'ha due to happiness , she cried and hugged him b8uwa..
After calming down ,
bu jarra7: I'm so proud of you son & proud of that scar..
jarra7: el7imdillah yubaa that's the best credit I'd ever get and Kuwait deserves my scarification and I'm proud of this scar too * points above his eyebrow*and It'll always remind me to put my hopes in ALLAH gabl kl shai.
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