On my last night back home (a place I still choose to call as home), I woke up at an unearthly hour to watch the sun rise.
This may be the last time you see the sun rising on your country, you don’t want to miss it, I told myself. I slept three hours.
I woke up to this. It looked like a page from my Kuwait Social Studies textbook back in the seventh grade. Who knows, I thought, maybe someday it could fill a page in another book.