The Moment the Door Closes
I was watching a Ramadan series today. One of those Kuwaiti shows that take place in the 1970s and 1980s. I always find myself drawn to them because they reflect a different time and a different social world that am trying to understand as a grown woman. In one of the scenes, a young woman risks her reputation just to ride in a car with the young man she loves. Something so simple carried…














