I have recently arrived at the conclusion, that kuwaitis need to get laid. My theory, based on extensive research and thinking, developed from the utter shock and repulsion witnessed at malls. Avenues in particular. Lorenzino to be specific. Girls and guys alike, dress up, sit down, and stare. Occasionally, they poke at their food. And I know you will think that people have talked and complained about this before.
But I have discovered the reason behind this phenomenon. This is Kuwait’s mating call. Yes, mating call. And that’s about as far as it goes.People date, have sex, get knocked up, but here, we play with food, and give other people menacing looks. If a girls dares to smile at a guy, she is “slutty”. And if a guy makes remarks he is “lame”. It’s quite sad really.

Yours sincerely,
Nooshi.

To the man in my life 

who says he likes me

who claims he wants to marry me

who has spoken of having many children with me

who wants to spend his life with me

yet who also is unsure about me

uncertain about my morality

hesitant of being tied down

and doubtful of his fidelity

and that is why

I prefer a lady

over the man in my life. 

your soon to be,

Nooshi 

To Hawa,
 

I am a girl. 


Although evident on my passport, no religion contains me. Nopiece of land claims me. I don’t belong to a certain tribe, cult, or type. Guilthas sometimes wrapped its fingers around my throat to the point of suffocation.Remorse, and regret, have constantly been around. Only recently, have I learntthat there are practically no set of rules I can completely follow. Something,somewhere has to be broken. It is the way I am. I am sure many others are likeme, but I will restrain from judging.  I want to be able to pour itout, to be completely honest.


No more hiding, no more pretending to be good likeeveryone expects me to be.

Yours sincerely,
 

Nooshi