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My Experience in
the Gulf War
Hi, as you must have guessed, I was in the Stste
of Kuwait during the the Gulf War. It all started on August 2, 1990. I
was very young at that time so I didn't understand why all of this is happening.
On that day, I woke up at the sound of my maid panicking and shouting
in our living room. I got up from my bed and went straight to the living
room to find out what is going on. There I found my mom speaking to one
of our relatives, my two older brothers, who were also young at that time,
were looking out from the window and checking out some Iraqi soldiers.
My maid was shouting, "Take me back to my country India !!!!!!!!!!". My
father at that time was at our local supermarket buying lots of food and
supplies that could last for a long period of time.
We spent most of our time in those few days contacting our relatives and
friends who were in Kuwait and in other countries to make sure that they
know that we are all fine and to make sure that they are not worried on
us. On that time we rarely had some time to sleep. We did lots of work
and we were panicking at the sounds of bombs and shooting. Most of our
neighbors and relatives were escaping from Kuwait, and that made us more
lonely.
Until one day, some Iraqi's came to inspect and look through our house
and properties. I can swear to you that I have never so any people as stupid
as they were. When they saw any play guns or whatever they thought it was
a real one, and they would ask million questions. My mom was wearing a
'Abaya' ( a tradional clothing, it's a black robe ) and under it was all
of our gold jewellery, money, important papers, and the flag of Kuwait,
so that they don't tell us to spit on it. After they searched our house
they told us to move move from our house and go to another place because
they were going to bomb the block we lived in.
So, we packed our stuff and went to the house that my grandfather had rented.
There, we found all of my cousins, second cousins and everyone. We all
helped each other cook, clean, contact people, and buy food and supplies.
On somedays there were Air-Raid ( bombing in
the air ) and so all of my cousins and I had to wear diapers so that we
don't go to the bathrooms, because we were scared that our bathrooms would
explode. Whenever we had fear or heared any shootings we go straight to
the basement and start reading our 'Quran'.
Actually, I think that my family is very lucky, because compared to other
people's experiences nothing that bad happened to us. People had to hide
their sons and husbands so that Iraqi's don't take them and murder them
or imprison them. The Iraqi's did lot's of terrible thing such as raping
Kuwaiti women, murdering people and bringing them dead back to their families,
stealing others' properties, demanding us to swear upon our country or
family or our ruling family. They even changed our cities' names', and
didn't let us buy anything without Iraqi money.
The Iraqi's are really crazy, they used to do ridicoulos stuff like that
other day when they came to our house, they found some hand cream and they
thought it was mayonais!!!! Lot's of crazy other stories happened.
The most terrible things I've experienced are the loss of most of my cousins,
and to see my relatives and other people still waiting for their children,
sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, husbands and wives. Some people have
gone crazy while others are still waiting even near the door ! Imagine
yourself without a family member and even worse, you don't know anything
about them, if they are dead or alive. Imagine one of your family members
have gone missing and you are worried to death about them, then suddenly
your door bell is ringing, and you feel your heartbeat beating fast with
a sudden hope that tells you that your family member has come back, and
when you open the door you find him or her dead on the doorstep!! It is
just as if you are living in a horror movie!
The best and memorable moment of my life was the Liberation day which was
in February 26, 1991. Every single person in Kuwait partied out. People
were dancing out in the streets and cheering!! But we are still waiting
for ou P.O.W's and we are sad and proud for our heroes and we are still
praying for our P.O.W's to come back safe and sound.
