Anar

In one way or another, I believed that there was another person who was exactly the same as me in every way, I mean that he was me but separate from me and lived in another body that resembled my body and lived in a house that resembled our house but in another area of ​​Kuwait.

I know very well when this idea first came to me. It was engraved inside me in a time marred by the errors of understanding of the young, coincidences, games, and fears. This strange idea flashed in my head as I left my country, my home, my friends, my cousins, the children of our region, my toys, my stories, my colors, my sweets, and my pets. I imagined that I was leaving myself there, leaving this person who is me, so he separated from me when I left my home. I kept thinking throughout the days of the war, what is my doppelganger doing now!?


The first published memoirs of a child who lived through the 1990 Iraqi invasion, writing the events from a new perspective. Dedicated to every child who witnessed what their young heart could not bear, and to every child who suffered the horrors of war in every country of the world.