eighteen years ago today iraq invaded kuwait. remnants of the invasion still exist--abandoned buildings, photographs of destruction, liberation tower (signifying the end of iraqi occupation--photo), and a country of people who lived through unimaginable war. my favorite part about kuwait--the people. well, there is one in particular: her name is mona. i ask mona questions about islam, kuwaiti history and the infiltration of american culture and she asks me why people in america live in self-created prisons, do not know their neighbors/family, and work such long hours.
today mona and i went to the gillies of kuwait for some delicious lentil soup. driving to lunch we passed another fast food chain, this time mcdonald's, with prime real estate overlooking the gulf. i told mona i am used to really nice restaurants on the water, not mcdonald's. fast food is everywhere in kuwait. i asked mona when the fast food infiltration began--pre or post war. she thought for a second, and said aloud, "well the invasion was august 2, 1990 and i think it was after that." august 2--that's today.
conversation shifted. i asked mona if she minded telling me why her family stayed through the invasion when so many left. mona is palistinean. she told me what's the difference: war there, war in kuwait. why leave my home here? what can i say to that? i then asked her about the overall sentiment of kuwait when saddam was killed. her response, "why did the americans decide?" what you may also not know is saddam was killed on the eve of one of the most important muslim holidays, eid ul-adha.
the obvious question, are things better? i don't think anyone would argue the occupation had to end. perhaps the way it did and who decided is up for debate.

