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July 30, 2008

I got pulled over at the bida’a round about because I was talking on the phone. I wasn’t pissed, it was more of, “oh you got me” kind of mood heh. He asked me to turn and park behind him. I went ahead and did that, and waited while he gave me a ticket.

The conversation went something like this:

Policeman: Nasser, wain saken? (Nasser, where do you live?)
Me: [Insert City here]
Policeman: Sheno a9lek? (What is your origin? [Could also mean where are you from, or what tribe do you belong to]).
Me: Kuwaiti.
Policeman: *Puzzled* Eh sheno a9lek? (Ok, what is your origin?)
Me: Eh Kuwaiti……….  (Kuwaiti…)
Policeman: ee sheno? 3nezi? 3azmi?.. (What?… Azemi? Anezi?)
Me: Oh–

Then another cop interrupted to ask about what they would have for dinner. Our conversation died out I didn’t get to tell him which tribe I was originally from. Funny thing was, while he was asking it didn’t even slightly cross my mind that he was talking about tribes…

And if you were wondering, he gave me the ticket anyway.

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