Dhaher Flight

This day was a very long day. Mama and I had an appointment today, we will claim my authenticated credentials from the embassy today at Jabriya. We’re in a hurry kasi the embassy closes at 12:30PM and it’s around 10AM in the morning and we’re still at the house preparing to go. Jabriya is a 15-20 minutes drive from our place (Mangaf) and we have to commute this time because dad’s at work. We hailed a cab in the road near our place. The driver looks like a Bangladesh or an Indian to me but he is wearing a Pakistani Dress. We got in. I used to look at those reduced, photocopied and laminated documents of the taxi driver hanged on the back of the driver’s seat. The driver was Khan Muhamad and he is from Pakistan. I was wrong of my first assummption that he was a Bangladeshi (don’t know what to call people who lives in Bangladesh) or an Indian. He and mama agreed on the price and we hit the road. Mama was very familar with the main road which was road 30 or Road 40 but suddenly this cab took several shortcuts and a lot of turns in the village and mama  knew that place and ask the cab driver whats taking us so long in Fintas we already consumed 15 minutes roaming around in Fintas. The driver just said don’t worry  madam. Mom saw the sign that we’re heading Kuwait City and she was calm again. After merely 5 minutes of seeing that sign, the driver again drive us to a remote unfamiliar area. Mom is now thinking and i saw the look on her deciphering some of this drivers acts. The driver borrowed mom’s mobile because he said he has no load and he needs to call his brother. Mom was hesitant and she said i will let you borrow after we reach the embassy. He ask again and he said it is very important madam it will be quick and mom lets him borrow it. He called  someone and they talked on their native tongue which is not the Arabic in Kuwait then he returned Mom’s mobile. He drived us into a remote residential area which i only saw one pedestrian and nothing else but houses and parked cars with no people around. Mom is already thinking deep and i am already getting nervous and sensing some trouble ahead. He parked on the front of a building with a sign which was written in Arabic  along with cars and a delivery truck. On the Left was Houses on the Right was a Construction site and same with back also a construction site. He got out and said madam give me one minute. Mom is also sensing danger miles ahead of me. If ever that cab driver gets out on that building with 2 or more men me and mama will run to a nearby house and aask for help. My plan on the other hand was to lock the doors of the cab and let mama drive it to the main road to ask for help from some kabayans or police maybe. The driver was alone when he got in, we still let him drive and mama ask where is this place? why didn’t you tell us that we are going here? He said that we are in Jaber Ali. Mama said ” I told you we are going to the Philippine Embassy in Jabria and you said yes then why do you bring us to this place?”…. he didnt answer and continued driving mama kept quiet but i know her thoughts were running lightyears. Mama said to me to prepare, I knew when she said that i was going to be more vigilant and be ready to fight or flight. All senses were completely up because we never know what would happen. The driver still drove us to locations we never passed even once. He stopped on a house nearby a gas station where a man was standing there wearing the same dress as he was wearing and he quickly went out and the other man quickly went in the drivers seat. Before the driver reached the passenger seat mama said  to me ” yanyan labas!”, just before the cab driver placed his butt on that passenger seat mama and i had already got out of the car and mama said ”KALAS!” we will stay here and here is our fare. The two of them wants us back on our seat but we never een get near to the car instead we ran to the gas station and look for Kabayan thats we can hitch a ride or maybe give us directions to our safety. There we’re no Filipinos on the place, no cabs passing by. To every car that pass I look for Fipino faces but there was none. Mama and I crossed the street  to ask direction for the ice cream vendor. He said we are in Dhaher ( A place in Kuwait mom never heard of). we waited for a cab their for an half an hour i guess and that same cab passed us again and wants us to ride again with the two Pakistanis on the front. Oh no no no!  We are in front of the Gas station that’s why they can’t touch us a lot people can see them. We are so blessed that a cab passed and the driver was from Bangladesh, he wasn’t on an arab dress. We escaped the fangs of danger. The ordeal was done. Thanks God.The Bangali driver gaved us advices on riding cabs and not to choose “the people” whose faces and uniforms are always on the news for safety reasons. He drove us safely to the embassy and after our transaction we hired a Filipino transporter to get us home. It’’s better that way. He aslo did gave us advices to watch closely and be very vigilant ten times the thing you do at Philippines because he said this is a place you could never imagine that any humans could exist higher forms of mammals with the kind lower than brainless and heartless animals survive. Be very careful to every race you encounter here and don’t easily trust it’s better if you don’t for safety reasons.

what a day it was but still God is good that im still alive typing and posting this new entry on mi vida.

I thank God for another life because maybe that was a near death experience. I’m so blessed. )