16I didn’t tell Jabir what trouble he had caused me by telling his mother about me. I was angry with him but I suppressed my anger and didn’t tell him anything. I wasn’t so crazy as to lose one of the crazies.
One evening Jabir and I were in the diwaniya while the others were out at an election meeting for Hind al-Tarouf, my aunt. The crazies were keen she should win, except for Abdullah, who didn’t want a woman to represent him in parliament. ‘Doesn’t Kuwait have any men left?’ was his view. He didn’t say that in front of me but Jabir told me about his attitude. ‘Abdullah thinks women can serve society in positions other than in parliament,’ he said.
Jabir, who knew my aunt closely, spoke to me about her, her election programme, her vision for the future of Kuwait and her reputation for
