Mona Salem Rashed 
Their Remains 
A Weekend Story of 7 Men

Seven men in Kuwait decide to spend a long weekend at one of their farmhouses. They go to the south where the farm is in two cars. The second group faces a bad traffic because of a car accident and change the road to the farm. They lose their way and find themselves in front of an old farmhouse when their truck suddenly stops there. The owners of the house invite them to come inside, and there they encounter a weird, unexpected world that takes them away from where they want to be and bewilder them to the core.

About the author

I love writing and drawing. I have studied English literature and language in my BSC and MA because I love this field and because it stirs my imagination. I always write down ideas that come to my head wherever I might be. I also read a lot, all the time. I love to hear stories from others in my country and outside when I am traveling. One of the things that push me to write is moving and traveling to near and far places from Kuwait. It gives me ideas and experience to write and describe all what I see and hear.
On the other hand, my personal experiences that I encounter in my life drive me to present them in words whether in fiction or in poetry. I met a lot of people in my travels, and I wrote about my experience with them. Sometimes I read about places and cultures, and I do my best to travel to them.
As I live in Kuwait, in the south of Kuwait, all my life, I love the culture there, which is a mixture between the Kuwaiti and the Saudi cultures. I love to read and hear stories about the history and culture of the south. This is the reason why I chose to write a story about it. A story that took place in Wafra, one of the major farm cities in the south. It is a mixture of faith and superstitions. The story touches a big part of me because it pulls me back to the childhood world of colors and wild imagination and bed stories and my mom’s lullabies for me before I sleep. A world that accompanied me till this age and later, I expect.
To make good literature, I think that one needs a vivid imagination first, a heart of a child second, a beautiful colorful language third, and an ocean of emotions last, but not least.