Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Kuwait City is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Al-Mubarak Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and it’s already feelin’ like a sauna.
First stop, the souk. I’m hustlin’ through the narrow alleys of Souk Al-Mubarakiya, dodgin’ tourists and locals alike. Everyone’s out here haggling over spices and trinkets. I’m just tryin’ to get to my favorite spot for some shawarma. Man, that stuff is life! But guess what? The line is longer than the Gulf Road! I’m standin’ there, sweatin’ like a sinner in church, thinkin’, “Why do I even bother?”
Finally, I get my shawarma. It’s glorious! I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Ahmed. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come check out this new stove design I made.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m busy eatin’!” But, you know, friends first. So, I head over to his workshop on Al-Jahra Street.
When I get there, he’s all hyped up, showin’ off this crazy stove that looks like it’s from outer space. I’m like, “What the heck, man? You tryin’ to cook or launch a rocket?” We both crack up. But then, I notice something. The stove’s got a dent. I’m like, “Dude, what happened?” Turns out, he dropped it while tryin’ to impress some girl. Classic Ahmed, right?
So, we start fixin’ it up. I’m hammerin’ away, and he’s blabbin’ about his love life. I’m like, “Bro, focus on the stove, not your heartbreak!” But he’s relentless. “She was the one, man!” I roll my eyes.
After a few hours, we finally get it lookin’ decent. I’m feelin’ proud, like I just built a palace. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” It’s hotter than a furnace in there. We’re sweatin’ bullets, and I’m just about to lose it.
We decide to take a break and hit the beach. I mean, why not, right? So, we head to the Corniche. The view is sick! The skyline of Kuwait City is lit up, and the sea breeze feels like heaven. I’m chillin’, takin’ it all in, when I spot this group of kids flyin’ kites. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”
But then, I see one of the kites get stuck in a palm tree. I’m like, “Oh no, not the palm!” The kids are freakin’ out, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s just a kite, right? But they’re all dramatic, like it’s the end of the world. So, I go over and help ‘em out. I climb the tree like a monkey, and after a few awkward moments, I get the kite down. They’re all cheerin’ like I just saved the day. I’m feelin’ like a hero, but really, I just wanted to show off my tree-climbing skills.
After that, we head back to the workshop. The power’s back on, thank goodness! We finish up the stove, and it looks dope. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna sell like hotcakes!” But then, I get a call from a client. He’s like, “I need it by tomorrow!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I just finished it!”
So, I’m rushin’ home, tryin’ to get some sleep. But my mind’s racin’. I’m thinkin’ about the day, the laughs, the heat, the kite, and that crazy stove. Kuwait City, man, it’s wild. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I lay in bed, I can still hear the sounds of the city. The honking cars, the chatter, the waves crashing. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Tomorrow’s another adventure. Can’t wait!