Kuwaiti in New York part 3 : I Love you Kuwait !
Farah ALHashim
I know this might sound out of the ordinary, but what I’m about to say might shock some of you and others might just … simply not believe it.
Today and right in the middle of the crowded Herald Square, in midtown Manhattan, I came to a realization that might be a bit late or maybe just in time.
On February 17th just few days before my flight to New York, I sat with the editor in chief of “Adam and Eve”, we imagined how will I contribute to this magazine, I could not think of anything in specific, but the words raced my intuition and simple came out of my mouth, “how about a column ; A Kuwaiti in New York,” I said.
“I love it, “ she instantly replied. We both cracked a wide smile and our eyes glittered with excitement waiting to have the first part published.
Few days later, and after I packed up my bag, and arrived here, I had all those feelings that people talk about when they move into another country …. But there is something important seemed to be missing … these people have missed a major point. …
No I won’t say it, but I will describe it for you. As a future film maker ill imagine my life as a series of scenes and every scene has a beat change, an action and a reaction, suddenly there is an empty black space… do you know what do they call that in movie business ?
A gap !!! while scenes were taking place, one after the other, there was something missing in between I just realized … something was changed in me…
People usually grow up, and not notice any change that tackle’s their character or personality or even a weight gain or loss unless someone tells them in their faces, but there is something changing within me that it feels like a layer of skin is being pulled off my body, and I’m sensing it.
The picture might be ugly, but it’s the truth.
The truth might be ugly, but beautiful in the same time and that’s why I’m here.
Maybe I was supposed to write to you a 3rd sequel about a Kuwaiti in New York, who manages to enjoy being in the big apple, buying Manolo’s Blanhik shoes or meet the perfect American – African or Latin guy who magically turns her mind up side down, but this column is going to give you another kind of stories… Reality.
The last couple of months have influenced me a lot, and made me recreate my character from scratch.
I used to be like any American university student, partying with friends, listening to European DJ`’s, having coffee in Star Bucks and shopping from Top Shop and Forever 21, but this somehow changed.
The moment I arrived here I felt some kind of connection to Arab culture, like never before, I felt if I listen to English music in New York for example, I will be colonized by the American culture and thus deleting any last Arabic part in me, which is why I always used to carry my blackberry where ever I go, and play marina FM while crossing the streets in Manhattan.
I listened to Arabic music like it’s the first time, I appreciated every beat, every melody and I felt that I made a mistake all those years for trying to neglect Arabic melody.
I always complained about Kuwaiti’s as being old fashioned in party scene or even in music making, but now I understand why Kuwait is like that. No body will appreciate Kuwait as it as unless they examine it from distance.
I know for a fact that I have lived in Beirut for the past 7 years and spent my college years with Lebanese people, but that doesn’t mean that I’m entirely Lebanese. There is a part of me screams –Kuwait-. The high school and middle school part, that part that shaped my entire teen hood apart from the summer holidays that I used to spend in my grand mother’s house in South of Lebanon.
I studied in public schools, I used to stand every day at 7:30 in front of the students and scream with every bit of my voice, “ tahya el Kuwait, “ (long live Kuwait) and after that, students used to follow my lead and end it by performing the national anthem.
Kuwait is part of me, and without a doubt it started to show here between yellow cabs, the New York pizza and the crowded streets.
These things suddenly took over my mind, and for some reason I admit, I was a young teen who used to skip prayers over playing play station or shopping thinking that it is better or what ever.
But somehow despite my busy schedule that starts here from 8 am till 12 am at midnight, I found time to pray 5 times.
Being in New York made me closer to my religion, closer to my family and to my country.
We all used to get bored on a Thursday night in Kuwait, or wake up in the morning, wash our faces and do the exact same thing everyday, but when I left this routine and came here for a different kind of life style. It suddenly came to my mind ; I miss waking up at 12pm and going late for work, I miss going to sultan center with my mother and shop for food, I miss eating 10 times a day because there is nothing better to do other than eating, watching TV and eating. I miss all those silly moments spent in marina mall with friends, I miss national TV of Kuwait that no body watches, I even miss the hot weather, the sandy storms, and the Indian workers.
Some people when they are exposed to foreign culture, they get easily affected and integrate in its mood, they don’t react to it or fight back to hold their old traditions and habits, instead the become a foreign version of themselves.
On the other hand there are those people who fight this kind of transformation, they react to it like some kind of emotional rash and refuse it completely.
I ‘m one of those people, I refuse any kind of “amerkinzation” and I ‘m loving every minute of my “lebanonization” and “kuwaitization”.