Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Author's name: Altaf Al-Balushi

"He wears his school clothes in a distant desert. He leaves before five in the morning to make the morning line. He returns as the sun is about to set. A return to the sand under the conditions of the city; no wolf, no verse, and no camel's longing." Is Ali Al-Masoudi writing his memoirs or mine? Is he telling his history or the history of an entire generation that was shattered, in pursuit of a dream, at impossible crossroads, before discovering that it had never left its first home?
Those who lived through the transformations of time in the seventies and eighties of the last century in Jahra, and other Kuwaiti cities and villages similar to it in their demographic composition, do not need answers to those questions that still linger on the embers of their tireless attempts to live in the identity of a homeland.