On the contrary: Between a wayward missile and an air conditioner

I am a person with limited ambitions. All I need in the month of July, when temperatures exceed 50 degrees Celsius, is a working air conditioner and cold water. I am not affiliated with any political axis or party, yet it seems that even this modest ambition has its envious detractors. Two days ago, a missile was launched against us. If you hear its name, you sense its grandeur: it is a “educated and cultured” missile, allegedly from the “school affiliates,” loaded with coordinates and satellite imagery, and assigned a clear mission: to strike “American facilities” in Kuwait.
According to Bedouin calculations, our armed forces have dealt with more than 390 ballistic missiles, 1,000 drones, and 25 cruise missiles—a quantity sufficient to invade a continent. So, how many of these struck an American base? Not a single one! They possess such precision that they neither hit nor miss their intended targets, yet they strike our neighbors with such determination. And then they talk about a “decisive response!” Decisive against whom? Against the air conditioner?
The laughable and tragic part is that we have said this before, loudly and clearly: Kuwait is not a party to this war, and its territory will not be used against any side. This brother—my dad’s brother, I don’t know if he’s my uncle—“has been dragged into us.” When he errs once, we call it a mistake; but when he errs more than 1,415 times, that is no longer a “mistake”; it is a policy!
Yet, between this mistake and this policy, a young girl from among their own people was killed, and several members of the army and interior ministry, as well as civilians and the uninjured, were martyred. All of this is because of a war in which we have no stake, since the fools in Tehran decided that our geography is cheaper than their dignity.
In the end, lives are in God’s hands. I am not afraid of a stray missile, but I am afraid of the fool who cuts off our electricity, especially since we are not lacking in anything.