5Kuwait, one year on.
I started playing with the idea of going back to the Philippines and visiting the family house. Although she missed me, my mother was against the idea and implored me to stay in Kuwait longer. I didn’t know whether she was asking me to stay for my own sake or for the sake of the family, which was better off because of the money I was sending them. I gave up the idea of making the journey, not in deference to my mother’s wishes, but because I was sure that if I went home before I had established roots in Kuwait, I would never come back.
Ibrahim promised to help me get a job. I had declined to join him and his friends in their missionary activities because I didn’t know enough about it and I wasn’t ready for things like that. I had only just begun to explore my relati
