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Kuwait House of National Works

Today we’ve visited with my parents and dear (though slightly grumpy due to lack of sleep, darn that toddler) husband the Kuwait House of National Works, a museum dedicated to Iraqi invasion and subsequent liberation.
As heavily pregnant and with kids I’ve skipped certain displays with pictures of tortured children and people, but otherwise went through the whole exposition without an accident (or tear, though close! Hormones…)
Here are some photos to document our visit – it was very hard to capture anything though as they kept their lights off most of the time to create an atmosphere for us, and a Korean family who happened to tag along as well.





One of (among secret) documents issued to eradicate Kuwaiti national identity and anything of (Kuwaiti) sort




Yes, this is the real deal; head of a statue imported from Iraq after Saddam’s fall

And this is for some sceptics a picture of one of Kuwait’s churches.

Bulgarian Heaters

Indeed, and they seem to be favoured over the Chinese ones here. No blame, I have goose bombs whenever I read or hear Made in China unless it counts for more than few thousand years old; but Kuwaiti people seem to have this other obsession and that is “What is from Europe, is always best / most chic / most in / reliably working!”. Now, I can’t say it’s not, and in many cases it will still probably be better option over anything made in China in the recent years.
But when we were roaming the souks for an oil heater I was surprised by the “Bulgarian, Bulgarian, buy, buy!” attitude of some shop assistants, to be honest. When I was faced with the choice of Chinese heater vs. Bulgarian one, I was really surprised as both options seemed rather crazy to me – not to the others, though!
Well, we’ve got ourselves a small, portable (Bulgarian) heater now, which is used most of the day but mainly in our bedroom. So spoiled, we are now. The room temperature hits 20 degrees and we go all bonkers with pullovers, fluffy socks, hot teas and a heater turned on the higher level.



Over the day when hubby’s at work and kiddo at school I steal the small warmth provider for my room and tug in a blanket with green tea (or milk with coffee, formerly known as coffee with milk, but due to the small inhabitant prohibited as alcohol in Kuwait now, by my husband mainly) and a book. I’m getting much better with my speed of reading in English though, sadly.
Meaning I can read one book in a day – meaning I need a lot of books to keep myself busy and that’s a lot of trips to Virgin store and a lot of KDs spent on printed paper and all that hassle my beloved half hates so much. On the other hand I’m glad my English isn’t so rusty just yet, under the influence of arabized English of Kuwait and me being all but a good student.

Random evenings are now filled with either the classical heater-book-iPod-PC-TV laziness, or hussainiyah visits for religious lessons on the event of Ashura and eventually the whole month of Muharram. Dori loves it, not for the mourning, but for the fact that to keep her silent and busy she can borrow my old – and long time broken – Tamagotchi. Soon to be hers, as soon as my new toy comes!
Yes, I’m quite playful, sometimes. But the EMS from Japan is not cooperating with me, and with the sorry state of Kuwait postal service I’ll be glad to get it this year and uncut, ungutted and working, even. Hope never dies! Oh wait, was that love?
Nevermind, let’s hope my present to myself will arrive in tact and soon! Off to hussainiyah now.

Strip-a-dumb-dumb

Oh my peoples! (Of the land of Czech, for this article.) So you strip for free stuff – and you’re telling me with the same mouth that prostitutes are bad when selling their bodies – and you’re better than them?
Every time someone will point at me and smirk at my scarf and long sleeves, I will think of this happening in Prague. It doesn’t – by any mean – make me any better than anyone else, but at least I don’t sell myself like that.
How far did our society reach that people who don’t starve or suffer hardship would strip – in the middle of a city in front of thousands of other people – for a piece of fabric? For free? Even old ladies?!
Why is this deemed as the greatest freedom of a woman? Or a man? Well thank you, I’ll stick with my puritanic dress code rather than jumping around in my petticoats on the street offering every unlucky passer-by a look upon my exposed body… and let alone cameras and mobiles – for a friggin shirt!
But please, enjoy your tops and pants and skirts – you’ve earned them the oldest way known to humanity! :)
(Message from me: Shame on you, doxies!)

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PS.: I don’t usually comment on political, religious or society issues on my blog, but some things are just way too disturbing for me not to put them here. I get judged and looked down upon for wearing hijab, but if I walked into a designer store in underwear, than it would be all right? Well, news flash, folks – this is not new, old Greeks’ve already done that. And how did they end.
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