It was October 2nd, 1998 in Kuwait City.
Fahad stands at the window of his classroom, his gaze drifting over the bustling streets of Kuwait City. The sun cast a warm glow over the buildings, a stark contrast to the memories that haunted him from his childhood. The scars of war were still evident, as the city was slowly healing, just as he was.
He vividly remembers a time before the chaos, before the scars. "Life felt peaceful and full of promise," he thinks as he looks down at his arm solemnly remembering the trauma he endured. At the time he was but a schoolboy, just days away from the start of 5th grade, eager to play another season for his school's badminton team. Being one of the strongest members of his team he had been confident in his abilities but the afternoon of August 2nd,1990, that would all change.