Packing Can be Fun

Although packing can be very stressful physically and emotionally; but if done slowly and properly, it can be a lot of fun.

Packing each collected memoir takes you into different worlds; each back to a specific time somewhere in the back of your head, each with its own taste of sentimental feelings and pleasures. At times the whole image just rolls in front of your mind’s eye like a movie. I even surprised myself, on how many things I have gathered through the years; Pictures, T-shirts, medallions, letters, books that were promised to be read times back and ended up dusty on the shelves. Poetry from people around written to me (or at least that’s what they claimed :p), trophies, mugs. Although I have only lived in this place for the last five years!!

And at times it can get very emotional when a cutie like my Katkooti begs me to pack her up with the stuff 😦

Packing does not mean that you have to physically stress yourself, you can have plenty of fun time, when you take a break; have a KitKat :p, close friends gather around you and keep your company, and sometimes share a meal or two in between packing. And what could be more fun than taking a whole day off and going fishing with friends if not for the joy of catching a fish?

Yes I cough that Sbai6i 😀

And on my way back home

يا حلوهم يا حلوهم …شوفو شوفو يا حلوهم
Kuwait is paradise if it wasn’t for the beardos (Sigh).

On a related note:
Yesterday, I was talking to my dad about some of my old collectables. He excused himself and went to his room and got these two documents (shown hereafter), and a book of fortune telling written in Farsi language, of which the author (forgot his name, I gave it to a friend to make a copy) passed away 500 years ago. And unlike fortune telling of Hafiz which is done in rhyming verses, this book uses numbers, most probably astrological numbers. It’s not that I believe in such stuff, but practicing it is a lot of fun, especially when the girls and me gather. But first I have to read the book.

A draft cheque issued in 14 March, 1943 from the first banking institute in Kuwait. Notice the cheque used belongs to the Imperial Bank of Iran, where the name is scratched and LLOYDS bank stamped. My dad says they were the same with different names.

A letter given to a Kuwaiti citizen by the Emir of Kuwait Ahmad Aljaber Alsabah, for traveling purposes, when there were no passports back then.

Final note: This post was inspired by intlxpatr, thanks sweetie :*