Катюша

I read something interesting on Erzulie's blog.
She, one of many hidden open-minded people around the net, spoke on the matter of discrimination in Kuwait; ethnical, sectarian and social discrimination.

I could go on and on about who created such discrimination; but I can assure you that the only party (partially) responsible, and (fully) using this to their sick plans to dominate the people of Kuwait, is the Kuwaiti government.

Kuwait will never rid itself from such precarious ideologies that create such animosity between the different social, racial or religious groups of which Kuwait is consisted. Our hope is that a generation will come that is blind to these differences; a generation that is indifferent to the demagogues.
Everyday I hear disgusting stories about how one group detests the other
Sunna vs. Shia; Arab vs. non-Arabs...
Though I am what I am, but I am before all, a Kuwaiti. It hurts to hear people talk about your brothers as "traitors". My brother is the one who once played on the beach of old Kuwait. My brother is the one who remembers playing on the stairs of 7ussainiyyat Ma3rafi in Sharg in Old Kuwait. My brothers speak with a heavy Bedoui accent! My brothers speak little Kuwaiti but fluent Farsi. My brothers are not Shi3a or Senna.. Badu or 7a'9ar.. 3ayam or 3arab; They're Kuwaitis.

God knows how sad I feel seeing my brothers arrested on charges of Terrorism.. deceived by these ideologies.
God knows how sad I feel seeing my brothers lose faith in Kuwait as their homeland.. deceived by these ideologies.
God knows how sad I feel reading a comment like " ***** are dogs period..They should be sent back to ******** .An open minded guy talking here".

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Erzulie wrote:

"I just find it perplexing that some Kuwaitis voluntarily isolate themselves from their own kin instead of collaborating and bettering their time here in America or in other foreign places for that matter as well as in Kuwait itself. Isn’t it time we shelve our differences and look beyond
one’s religion and name and more into this individual’s nature, personality, and spirit? In friendships, I do not think the saying “What’s in a name” applies; it is what is in and what makes up one’s truest heart of hearts that is most important, in my opinion anyway"

It is in people's nature to choose, sometimes unconsciously.. and it happens unconsciously.. friends of their same group. I'm speaking from a sociological point of view.. groups of people are raised according to traditions and ethics that rule their lives as they grow up. If you were in a school and you're still too young to know who's who; you'll be attracted to the one who is, in interests, behavior and appearance is similar to you. A religious Shia boy/girl would be attracted to befriend a Senni boy/girl, because they come from strict families that rule their lives in an islamic manner different than other kids in the school. Naturally when they grow up they'll realize they're different.. then comes the moment when they end their friendship based on stupid xenophobic ideas. I examined the friendships I've created with people from over 10 years; I did not know they belonged to my same group, but I realized I befriended them because we were alike on so many matters.

However.. now we live in a different time. To actually pick friends on basis of race or sect is very xenophobic; sickeningly xenophobic.

That is that..

Anyway..
I'm not a Communist, but I cannot help but admire theories of revolution against the corruption of power. One more thing about Communists.. is their amazing propaganda! Don't talk to me about Capitalist, American, Imperial propaganda! Its so stupid. No wonder Communism was popular.. a Nation that produced writers such as Pushkin, Tolestoy and Dostoyevsky are better than those stupid Imperial Europeans..

Katyusha

Apple trees and pears were in blossom
On the river hung the morning mist
Young Katyusha stepped up on the high bank,
Of the river steep bank in the mist.

On the bank Katyusha started singing
Of a proud grey eagle of the steppe,
Of the one Katyusha loved so deeply,
Of the one whose letters she has kept

Oh, you song, you bright song of a maiden
Fly you by the sun, fly like a bird
To the soldier on faraway border
From Katyusha bring a greeting word.

Let him think of simple native maiden,
Let him hear Katyusha's clear song
He will guard the land of dear homeland
And their love Katyusha will keep strong.

Apple trees and pears were in blossom
On the river hung the morning mist
Young Katyusha stepped up on the high bank,
Of the river steep bank in the mist

Red Army Choir

P.S. The picture above is edited by me... Thou Shalt not Steal!