When the sky rained bombs at the beginning of the 1990 Gulf War in Iraq, my family a barely survived. When we escaped Saddam's wrath, the ruthless dictator, we became Refugees in the neighboring country Saudi Arabia. We didn't choose to be Refugees, we were outcasts from our own country.
We spent the next four years in the scorching hot desert in a refugee camp. Luckily my father was an Artist and did something remarkable to help us survive and live to tell about our journey.