Family

I’ve mentioned and define Epilepsy before in my blog, sadly where i come from people are not aware or in other words lack the knowledge about it. Anyway I’ve decided to write a series of posts from time to time about living with Epilepsy how i dealt with it, how it changed my life and so on.

I still remember my first epileptic seizure, how could i forget the night that changed my entire life. I remember at the age 10 one beautiful Thursday night my friends from the neighborhood came over to play and we were a loud bunch. Our laughter filled the night’s sky, i remember being very happy as we laid on the wet grass of our small garden looking up at the stars and singing. In fact i made up this stupid song about the north star and my friends joined in, yeah we had loads of fun but it never lasted long.

When it was bedtime i got ready for bed and went to sleep what happened next. I vaguely remember, it’s a weird feeling I’ll try my best to describe it. It’s like watching short video clips that instantly show up then it’s dark again. I only felt or remembered those short moments where I’m actually conscious for mere seconds, i remember hearing my screams, remember biting my mom’s hand (she always placed her hand in my mouth so i won’t bite my tongue even though i kept telling her numerously not to. I guess that’s what being a mother means). My seizure would last for 1-3 minutes which felt like a life time for me then so very slowly i start my journey back to reality. My first memory of being conscious was in the back seat of the car, my mom holding me in her arms and kept rocking back and forth repeatedly saying in a quivering hysterical scared voice “Do you know who I am? I’m your mother Reema look at me sweetheart do you know me?” My face was wet a mixture of my sweat and mom’s tears, i tried to answer her but i only heard myself moaning. My tongue was heavy i couldn’t speak i was very disoriented and my body felt like lead i couldn’t move i was in pain and I blanked out a few times.

Later on i heard a man’s voice i wasn’t aware of my surroundings i tired to go back to sleep but the man was persistent he kept saying “wake up Reema wake up, do you know where you are?” slowly i opened my eyes. I didn’t know where i was it took me a few minutes until i realized i was in the hospital. The doctor asked me again and i nodded. My mom who tried her best to hide her pain and fear stood next to the bed smiling and brushing my hair away from my face soothing me with prayers and words of love. Dad stood looking at me he also wore a mask to hide his true emotions, a few years later mom told me when i had my first seizure that night my dad fell on the floor and cried. I fell asleep again and after a few hours i woke up with a splitting headache my body and muscles were very sore just lifting my hand hurt like hell, mom was there and i found out that during my seizure i lost control of my bladder hence the change of clothes.

End of Part One.

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Sameya

by Reema on October 18, 2006

in Kuwait Affairs, Memoriam, My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

Sameya, a woman of grace and joy, a woman of strength and gratitude and much more her, kindness was endless. I remember her smile when I was a child, so many years had passed since then. I can’t recall when I last saw her. Sameya, a woman who raised five of her children after cancer took her husband away from them 15 years ago. She gave them her strength her love her very soul. Today this great woman who lived her life to the fullest rests beneath the earth. The women wailed in pain and sorrow, and tears drenched their clothes. Her two boys who are now grown men slowly sunk down to the ground, their hands that covered their faces muffled their anguished cries. I can’t even describe how her daughters suffered their mother’s death because it pains me deeply. It was not enough that cancer took her husband but it came back to take her as well, it invaded her body taking her by surprise. It ate her soul and her strength even though she gave a good fight, at the end cancer won and now she is reunited with her husband in another world in another place far from here. She was a wonderful mother and a good wife, rest in peace aunt Sameya you shall be greatly missed.

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Me Eye

by Reema on October 7, 2006

in Events, Kuwait Affairs

I got this nasty stye at the corner of my right eye. It started small now it got bigger over the years. It’s damn ugly, it’s not that noticeable only if I pointed it out but it’s sure is irritating. I made my decision and today and made an appointment with my mom’s ophthalmologist, see if he could take it out surgically. The doctor did ask me if i was sure to go ahead with the surgery because it wasn’t that bad, but I insisted. Next morning I have to be at the hospital at 9am and the surgery was at 10 am.

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Gergee-an

by Reema on October 3, 2006

in Events, Kuwait Affairs

For those who don’t know what’s a Gergee-an it’s a very old tradition that starts during the holy month of Ramadan it’s similar to “trick or treat” of Halloween the difference is there is no treat, here children wear special nice clothes and they go door to door in their neighborhood chanting Gergee-an songs so they could be rewarded with sweets to fill up their hand bags. Some houses in honor of their children prepare special designs hand bags/boxes filled with sweets to send them out to their friends and families, usually the boxes would have a picture of the boy/girl in it with a small card identifying whom the Gergee-an is from. The sweets doesn’t have to be in handbags or boxes some people get creative and come up with beautiful designs, here are some examples that i received from friends and family:

This one is a beautiful lantern the sweets were placed inside.

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Another beautiful lantern

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This one is different then the others and you could see the bag of sweets.

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My mom decided to prepare a Gergee-an for my baby Ali and since she has a tailor shop she sewed the bags herself.
This evening all of her friends were coming, a women’s gathering if you want to call it. All were eager to see baby Ali the long awaited grandson. One by one they came each with their fancy colorful clothes, their shining diamonds that decorated their necks, ears and hands, and not forgetting their high pitch squeaky Hi’s that would make a deaf man hear again. I sat there holding Ali as one of them greeted me and with a “May I?” she snatched my baby just before i was about to mention that he was allergic to perfumes and scented oil which of course drenched their clothes. Ali was being passed by from one person to the other. I could imagine from a baby’s perspective he would see huge monsters with painted faces laughing wickedly in his face. No sooner was he held by the 18th person did he screamed his protest. One old lady whispered in my ear just before i was about to go to my son “it’s the evil eye i tell you, read some verses of the Quran for protection or he’ll never sleep tonight” i nodded and went to my baby he was so tired he immediately slept in my arms, i went to my room and put him in his crib hoping he won’t dream of monsters with painted faces.

After making sure Ali was sound asleep i put the baby monitor on and went to join them again. The women danced and chatted, the usual gossip i guess, then we had dinner (I’m glad to eat good Kuwaiti food!) afterwards mom gave each guest their Gergee-an each one was different from the other but the sweets inside were the same. It was an enjoyable evening but I’m not sure Ali had fun, poor baby. Here’s the Gergee-an mom made:

That’s from the outside which mom made, it looks like a couch cushion, each one had a different design.

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This is the box inside the cover.

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My favorite part, the pouch of sweets 😀

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My Sister’s Room

by Reema on October 2, 2006

in Creative, Kuwait Affairs

A couple of months ago my sister told me she redesigned her room, and I must say it looks interesting in a horrorish way. For one thing the walls were painted either dark red or black, yes she is a bit in the “dark side” of the force 🙂

That’s the picture on her door, kinda gives you what you’ll be expecting 😀

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Entertainment center.

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Weird tissue box or nose or whatever you call it.

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Some of my sister’s skull collections.

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Here is some of the masks she has.

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This one is my fav cuz if you turn it up or down you’ll have either a smiling or sad face.

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My sister’s collects these metal sculptures that i think are made of car engine parts.

Predator

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Alien

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And finally this is the coolest thing i have ever seen it’s called Snake wine and believe it or not it’s a speciality in Vietnam, if you look closely you could see the snake and black scorpion in there.

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Sightseeing

by Reema on October 1, 2006

in Kuwait Affairs

My best friend came by and we went out for a ride. Kuwait has changed dramatically over the years, most of the places were very new to me. one thing I’ve noticed were the people for example, majority of men had the same hair style, lots of jell to spiken it up, even the Kuwaiti traditional clothes are rarely worn. It seems that’s their way of being “Westernized or Americanized”. As for the girls well the exaggeration of makeup is way to noticeable, add to that the puffed up faces and lips. It looks like cosmetic surgeries (that’s gone bad) is the fashion now. Modified clowns as my friend puts it hehehe not that I’m complaining i admit i find it quite interesting and amusing to observe this transformation in an Arab country.
The positive change is Kuwait grew tremendously, lots of new malls, restaurants, buildings, entertainment places, hospitals and so on. One problem that i noticed people are complaining about is the traffic oh my god! it’s everywhere, for a small country what took a 7-10 min ride is now an hour.

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Home

by Reema on September 30, 2006

in Kuwait Affairs

Our plane was late leaving JFK airport due to traffic so instead of taking off at 9pm we left around 10:45 pm. The trip was 12 hours and of course once the turbulence started i freaked out.Baby Ali slept through the whole flight he only woke up twice for feeding and changing diapers. We arrived at Kuwait airports at 4:45pm, i was so excited to see my family. My mom cried when she saw us and i must admit i did to. My dad, uncle, brother and sister were there too. My dad and uncle (whose also named Ali) were psyched to see my baby, they couldn’t put him down and i don’t blame them since he’s the first grandchild. As soon as we got home we broke our fast and it was wonderful to finally sit with my family and eat together.

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Every little thing

by Reema on September 8, 2006

in My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

he does…

I’d be busy cooking dinner or lunch preparing his favorite dish when he suddenly hugs and kisses me on the nape of my neck sending chills through my body. Or when I’m broken and tired unable to move from a seizure that I can’t control, he’d take my hand and whispers words of love as his tears bathed my face. Even though I’m confused and dazed unable to speak I feel his warmth, his love that slowly brings back the strength in me. I remember that day when he came from work and held me tightly, his body was shaking terribly. I asked him what was wrong and he answered with a quivering voice that he witness a car accident, a mother and her child were killed. It terrified him, he said if God forbid something would happen to me or our son he couldn’t bare to live without us. This morning like any normal day as I was feeding baby Ali the door bell rang, and when I opened it I was greeted with beautiful red roses. The card said To the best wife and mother in the entire world, Love H. I cried out of sheer happiness. Who knew after the pain I suffered from my first marriage that across the globe my soul mate, my love found me and placing me in his heart as I also did the same. He calls me his desert rose, his princess, his every thing. He healed me with his love and kindness, in a world surrounded by hate we vowed to tell our love story to tell our son, to make him believe that fairy tales do could come true.
he brings such great joy to my heart with every little thing he does…..

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