The last freind that I thought I had

Two nights ago , AbuTaher, so they say  a friend of  mine ,was my a classmate during the high school, invited me for a dinner at a traditional Kuwaiti Café,  all the customers are Kuwaitis, and all working staff are foreign slaves.

After he picked me up from my ghostly cell AbuTaher said; “I have to make one stop, and then we will “

“what for” I said.

 He said; “ Saleh al-Qalaf would like to join us for the dinner.

 I said to him . “Saleh , the one who goes everywhere and telling people that he knows me very well” “precisely” , he answered.

 I said to him; “I really do not  know him, and really I do not wish to acquaint myself with him”.

“But he says otherwise “ AbuTaher said

“He  is not only telling you that he knows me, he is telling Mubaith (the CID), reporters, and others that he knows me. I know this guy through you. Did you get it. I’ve never been acquainted with him except through you.”

“he said that he was in the same school that you attended”.

“which school” .

First grade”.

What? , first grade, You are joking right” I said to him

“No, I am serious” AbuTaher replied

“I don’t remember you in the high school , how on earth do you expect  me to remember him in my first grade at school”. I said

 This is not the first AbuTaher and I have talked about the same subject.

AbuTaher drove his car all the way done to his district , he picked him up, and he joined us. Saleh al Glaff is  very short, fat,  and walk with the support of a stick . We headed toward the traditional Kuwait café.

Usually this place is filled with members of al-qadae, and also members of CID. Members of al-qadae comes here to recruit members of al-qadae .  I can see them , and also I can feel them. Many of the members also of the ruling family also comes  here and  behind them the Camera of the state television.

 AbuTahar  and I sat on one bench, and Saleh al-Galaf sat on other bench close to abuTahur . I let them to compete with each other . Each one of them think that he knows all the answers for Kuwait , and the world.  Abu-Taher tried to drag me into his circle. I ignored him. “your  friend doesn’t understand, he is oblivious”.  Galaf said

  I was tired . I was wearing a western suit in a place where every one was wearing the clothes of nomads , as known as Arab traditional clothes.  The closthes that supposedly Muhammad piss be upon him was wearing.  I’ve tried not to pay attention to both of them , but his voice was becoming louder and louder, and looking around , not at me ,or even at a Bau’Taher.  I  looked at his eyes ,and I said “you are either stupid , or you pretend to be stupid.”  in a very low voice.

He started to turn his head right and lift and now he was screaming ”You mother fucker, you asshole”.
“get the fuck out of here” .

 To tell you the truth , these not the first time I hear such words, but not in the presence who supposedly to be my friends.  I was not shocked by his words . I used to here such words mostly from the Kuwaiti nomads as knows as Bedouins,  from the followers of Muhammad piss be upon him.

 I was wearing western Suites, he was wearing Arab traditional Islamic clothes”, I have so much respect for the western values, and respect for the suit  that I was wearing, and I was the only one.

You hear so much in the GCC countries particularly in the street of Kuwait , Saudi Arabia, men with traditional Arab dress gang around anyone who wear a suit who dared to challenge a man wearing the cloths of nomads. Many of them even got stabbed, and killed in public places.  

I said to him with the low voice “I don’t blame you, because everyone knows who you are , but I blame Abutaher because I trusted him”

  I said to Abu-Taher take me home, and please don’t call me again after I reached hom. Abu-Taher was the last friend that once I had.  
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