Ahmad

My name is Farah Al-Mutairi , and I lived in Salmiya, Kuwait , for almost fourteen years. Fourteen years of routines, friendships, familiar streets, and memories spread across the coastline of the Arabian Gulf. If anyone had told me even a year ago that I would leave Kuwait — not for travel, not for studies, but permanently — I would have laughed. But life rarely follows the script we write for it. The Day Everything Shifted It all started with my father’s retirement. He lived alone in Hawally , and over the past year, I watched him slow down — physically, emotionally, and even socially. His friends had either moved away or grown too old to meet often. His days became quieter, his evenings longer. My brother Saad , who lived in Toronto, kept insisting: “Farah, bring him here. He needs us. And… you need a change too.” I resisted at first. I loved my life in Kuwait: My morning walks along Marina Beach My favorite café in Salmiya The comfort of my apartment My job ...

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I’ve always believed that life moves in circles. You start somewhere, travel miles chasing dreams, and one day, often without realizing it, you end up right where you began — only wiser, braver, and softer around the edges. For me, that circle began in a small coastal town in Kuwait , where my father ran a small carpentry workshop that smelled of sawdust and old stories. The Weight of Staying Still I grew up with the rhythm of hammers, the hiss of sandpaper, and the low hum of Arabic music playing on a dusty radio. My father used to say, “Wood has memory. If you listen, it tells you how it wants to be shaped.” But when I was young, I didn’t care for memory. I wanted motion. I wanted skyscrapers instead of workbenches, foreign airports instead of wooden doors. So the moment I got my degree, I left Kuwait for university in Australia , convinced I was escaping smallness for success. And for a while, I did. Years went by. Promotions, apartments, relationships — all blurring into each other...