Fires of Kuwait. A tragedy beautifully told.

As a child of about 4 or 5, I think I was more aware of the Gulf War than other children my age. I had many friends in school that came to Ireland to escape the terror of the Gulf War. My dad, an Egyptian, would sit with a cigarette lit in his mouth as he watched reports from the Middle East. The oil fields would burn, I could smell the smoke. Stories from the indigenous perspective would be projected into our living room, translated by my dad of course. As an Irish–Egyptian I will always have a connection to the region.

About this time last year, I came across a short film that brought a lot of those feelings back for me. Perhaps it’s the nostalgia of the old grainy film; whatever it is, it’s a tragedy beautifully told. It’s difficult to explain the emotions when watching this film but If you’ve got 30 minutes, I recommend you watch this.