My life......When my Country was invaded by Iraq

      Hi, I'm a girl from Kuwait.  My childhood was spent away from my country because of the invasion, the Iraqi's invaded Kuwait on the second of August, !990. So.... naturally, most of the people would be away and on holiday. Me and my family were away on holiday in France.
        We stayed in France about a year, the next August or July (1991) we came back to kuwait. We spent the winter in France. Our house is on a mountain so it used to snow there. We were in a little village, sort of. The  village was full of Kuwaitis. I remember sitting inside the house by the fire, staring out the glass doors into the white surroundings, it was foggy so I couldn't see far. The television was blaring behind me, my mother and father are sitting on the couch watching the screen. I remember turning around and seeing the bloody faces of the soldiers on the CNN. At the time I didn't know if they were Kuwaiti or Iraqi soldiers. I watched the pictures until they took them off and the news ended. My mother and father got up and retreated into their room. I sometimes heard my mother crying in the night. I would peek in and see my mother sitting on her bed in the dark, the only light was the lamp light, she would be holding the small radio, listening and crying. My father would be comforting her.
            As a child i didn't understand the war very well but it still hurt, it hurt a lot to hear that my country was in pain. My parents, my brother and sisters worked very hard. The whole nieghbourhood was sticking together. The worked at the Kuwaiti Embassy in Geneva. I remember going there once or twice. My mother and sisters would be making things, badges, jars, paintings (my mother and sisters are great at drawing), they even made jewlwry. All of the things they made were about Kuwait. Badges and stickers with "Free Kuwait" written on them still hang in my room in France. It still brings back those memories of war. I remember once when all the Kuwaitis were demonstrating. We were all protesting. Even I, as a child was there. When I went there I had a play megaphone. The person leading the demonstration was taking a break. All of a sudden I put my microphone on and starting shouting out the protests.
                    "Sadam, Sadam! You are bad!
                      You're the butcher of Baghdad!"
And you know what? the people repeated after me, so I went on. Then we walked away. We were carring signs. The signs were painted, red, green and black, on white paper. The colours of the Kuwaiti Flag. A lot of people were carring flags.
        But the war ended. Truimphantly. We had won, but in the hearts of many people all was lost. The war had truly ended, I was lucky, I had my family. A lot of people will never be truly happy. They have lost their loved ones. Husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, mothers and fathers. Some were lucky enough to return. Some are still somewhere in Iraq, somewhere in the clutches of evil, waiting painfully, but patiently for the day that they will ve granted the freedom to come home. Home to thier families and friends. Until then, no citezen of Kuwait would be completely happy. Even those who lost no relatives would grieve until their fellow citezens return.
        Ofcourse, we thank God, that Kuwait is a free country again. We hope, that the Prisoners of War, shall be released. We also, hope that God will bless the souls of those who fought with courage and bravery for our country, fought to the death. Those who thought that death was a little price to pay for your country.

            "Allahoma fooka qayda asrana wa ir7am
                shoohada'oona alabrar"

            The 26th of February is celebrated every year. It is a day drilled into the memories of every Kuwaiti. The day Kuwait was free. Free of hate, pain and war. I hope Kuwait will be at peace forever. As a citezen of Kuwait I truly love my country a lot. I am proud to be a Kuwaiti. I think of my country like my mother, I'm very fond of it. My country is now free, that is all that matters.