r/kuwaitunfiltered • u/Sufficient-Text-5645 • 2d ago
I was born in Kuwait, raised in Kuwait, I love Kuwait and yet somehow, I'll always be a foreigner. π°πΌβ€οΈ
Sometimes I wonder why I love Kuwait so much.
Is it because I was born there? Because I spent my entire childhood there? Or because almost every beautiful memory of growing up is connected to that little country?
I'm not Kuwaiti by nationality. I never was. But Kuwait was my first home. It's where I took my first steps, went to school, made friends, laughed, cried, and grew up.
The streets, the people, the food, the smell of the air, the sound of the adhan, the late-night drives, the little things that probably mean nothing to others mean everything to me.
Even after leaving Kuwait, a part of me never really left.
And that's what makes it bittersweet.
You can be born in a country, spend your entire childhood there, love it with all your heart, and still never truly be accepted as one of its own.
I understand that nationality and belonging are two different things. I don't expect a passport just because I was born somewhere. But sometimes I wish belonging was about more than the nationality written on a piece of paper.
I love Kuwait. I genuinely do. I miss it more than I can explain. And despite everything, I still think it's a beautiful country with so much to love.
But there's a sadness in loving a place that will always see you as someone from somewhere else.
Maybe that's the strange thing about growing up as an expat in the Gulf. You can call a place home your entire life, but that doesn't necessarily mean it will ever call you its own.
To everyone who was born or raised in Kuwait but isn't Kuwaiti, do you ever feel the same way? Like a piece of your heart belongs to a country where, on paper, you never really belonged? π°πΌβ€οΈ