Alsalam alikom wa ra7mat allah wa barkatoh I'm writing this series to keep them for later reading.... ISA. Let's get back mmm some months ago.. Today, Abdalla asked us to prepare the passports, and told us all papers (as he remembers) that we will need to do so.. Of course, this-as expected- will be a long loop... that hopefully will end up having passports to send to Kuwait Uni to get Visas. Anyway, we started the 1mile road, Papa-JAK- made all my papers, and I went one day after the college to the nearest PoliceOffice to my house, My first impression was mm so bad, no one is on their seat, acctually there were no one in the office except the cleaners although it was not their leaving time (acctually 3 hours before their leaving time), then after some time (about 30 minutes) one of those kings appeared in the sight... it seemed he was having his lunch... anyway.. he sat down started taking request by request, refused most of the requests.. then came my time, refused it -as usu...
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