Since the launch of Saudi Children Left Behind I have been fortunate in meeting many wonderful women that are dealing with deadbeat dad’s from around the world. One of these women has started her own blog to deal with men from Qatar & Kuwaiti. I want to thank her for letting me share her blog and hope we can help her in her struggle.
This blog is in it’s infancy and changes will be made once I learn how to use wordpress 100%. As word spreads I hope it will be filled with stories of those left behind. I know Qatar is a small gulf state but I’m sure I’m not the only one out there going through this. I’ve already read one story of a lady whose Qatari husband was forced into marrying his cousin once he went back home to announce his wife and kids to his family. Fortunately Sheikh Hamad heard her story and helped her children receive their documents. I personally have nothing but good things to say about the ruler of Qatar and his wife Sheikha Moza. Sheikha Moza is educated cares about education and making the country a better place for the people. I would think they need all of the Qatari citizens they can find considering the citizens are few and expats crowd Qatar. I visited Qatar a few years back, it was such a clean and crisp place. I will take my daughter there one day Inshallah and show her what her country looks like. I’m lucky I live in Kuwait which is a short flight away. The mall there was beautiful and the corniche was a great place to walk. I saw many heritage sites I can show my daughter one day. I never spoke ill of her father, maybe I shouldn’t have mean so nice about him as she has abdanonment issues now. She just turned 13 and wishes she knew her father, she looks at her baby pictures and wonders why he left her which in turn makes her act out. I hope Qatar will follow in the steps of UAE and KSA in claiming the lost children.
(This is one of the posts from the page)
This blog is for my sister whose father left her behind many years ago. My mother met her father in Pensacola, Florida back in the late 70′s. The small town was flooded by GCC pilots studying with the U.S. military. The new brownies with lots of money had a lot of the girls talking. The black hair and dark skin is what caught my mother’s eye when she met A. Al-Roudhan, a Kuwaiti pilot. I was a young child when they got together and was raised by him for several years. In 1981 my mother gave birth to my sister N, she was named after his grandmother. My sister was visited by her father, his brother and some of their friends. We moved and finally settled down in California but when it was time for his family to come and visit my mother, sister and I would have to vacate and stay in an apartment somewhere else. With little money my mother had to scrape together change and we would walk a mile to the gas station so she could call him and buy me my Archie comic book. We had no tv and really nothing in the apartment which was really lonely. I look back now and know how strong my mom was to take care of us pretty much alone. When my sister was 2 he left to Kuwait and never came back leaving my mom alone with 2 children. She took a job at a pet store and left us with babysitters one of which pysically abused my sister. My mom eventually re-married a Palestinian man and he raised us for almost 20 years until they divorced. She now lives in Kuwait with her Kuwaiti husband. Upon graduating high school my sister and my mom came to Kuwait so she could find her father. All was good in the beginning in which he gave my sister some money and gold so she would go back to California but when my sister moved to Kuwait her father wasn’t so nice. My sister married a Kuwaiti and received her nationality through the marriage but she isn’t considered a first class Kuwaiti even though her father’s family is one of the biggest in Kuwait. When I came to Kuwait we went to the gold shop he owned in Mubarakiya and there I saw him, this tired old looking man whom I feared as a child. He told me I was his first child and blah blah. He has since disappeared out of sight as his father died leaving him as head of the family and he has a certain image to maintain. We know where he lives and what house he lives in which happens to be the house beside where my mom works, talk about irony. My sister even went to his house once and met her younger brothers. We also found out when his wife had a daughter she wanted to name her the same as my sister’s name but he told her no. Guilt perhaps? It’s time for the lost children to come out into the light.
Not many pictures of her dad are left after my mom burned them but she regrets doing that now.
I hope everyone will take some time to view her blog.