15After the Kuwaiti man told us that my father had been captured in the war, Kuwait no longer meant anything to me. I automatically stopped thinking about going back to my father’s country. But my mother on the other hand continued to bring it up from time to time. ‘The promise will be fulfilled,’ she would say.
‘And what if Rashid is . . .’ Aunt Aida started to ask her, but then she stopped and left the rest of the question hanging. Both of them knocked on the wooden part of the sofa.
‘Even if Rashid is dead, his promise won’t die,’ my mother said.
I felt sorry for my mother. What kind of faith could she have that didn’t waver through all those years? She was still building hopes on a man who went missing in war ages ago. I had lost interest and no longer had hopes of going to Wonderla
