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  • The Blueprint: Jam3iya

    Logo of the fictional Lighthouse Cooperative Society, featuring a blue lighthouse, shopping trolley, ocean waves, and the Arabic name جمعية المنارة التعاونية.
    July 16, 2026

    Every area in Kuwait has a jam3iya. Not a shop. A small economy.

    The main market where the family does its week. The branch shops through the blocks, close enough to walk to at night. The khabaaz. The garden strip and the parking. And the rented units around it: the pharmacy, the laundry, the tailor, the 7alaq, the نخي و باجيلا, the restaurant that changes its name every three years.

    All of it belongs to the people who live there. You bought shares in your jam3iya. You elect its board from your neighbours. You get a return at the end of the year on what you spent. It buys from suppliers, employs hundreds, signs contracts, rents out those shops, and spends money on your area in your name.

    It is not the government’s. It is not a company’s. It is yours.

    And for years, some of the people you elected have been treating it as theirs.

    The problem.

    Money taken. Jobs handed out to build a voting bloc for the next election. Tenders to a friend. A supplier chosen because he is known, not because he is cheaper. Products on the shelf because someone was paid to put them there. Free boxes from suppliers that belonged to the members and went into a car boot instead. A shop rented at a price that helps a cousin and not the area.

    تنفيع.

    Everyone knows the word. Everyone has heard the stories. Almost nobody could ever prove one.

    And here is what gets forgotten. You are not a customer who is owed a receipt. You are an owner. An owner’s right to know has no floor and no ceiling.

    No line is too small. What did your jam3iya pay for the bagger’s uniform, and who sold it to us, and was there a cheaper price? Who prints the flyers? Who supplies the bags?

    No line is too big. What does the manager take home? What bonus was approved, by whom, and against what result? Who signed it?

    And the questions in the middle decide everything. How was that cashier hired? An open competition, or a phone call from someone’s cousin? What housing does your jam3iya pay for its workers, at what rent, from which landlord, and in what condition? That is your money. It is your name on the door.

    None of this is secret because it is sensitive. It is unseen because nobody ever built a way to look.

    That is the disease, under all of it. Every item on that list is a decision taken in a room the owners cannot see into.

    The evidence.

    Four things, and none of them is a rumour.

    The prosecutions. Two years of them. Hundreds of board members and employees referred to the Public Prosecution. Referred, not convicted. That difference matters, and the courts will decide it. But look at what they were referred for. Supply contracts. Free goods that never reached the shelf. Shops rented under the price. Hiring. Every category on the list above, confirmed by the state.

    The suspensions. Boards dissolved. Temporary directors sent to run the market at the end of your street. Then in February 2025, elections suspended across the sector. The state looked at the elected system and switched it off.

    The new regulation. July 2026. A hundred and twenty-two articles forcing into the light exactly what was in the dark. Published tenders. Suppliers’ free goods written into the accounts. Outside auditors. You do not write that unless you know what has been happening. Every article is a confession about the old system.

    And the fourth. Say you want to check any of it today. Where do you go?

    There is no website. No bulletin. No assembly, because the elections are suspended. No inbox that must reply.

    The state spent two years proving the disease exists, then built a window to stop it. The owners still cannot see through the glass.

    Who else had this problem.

    Britain and Ukraine. Institutions owned by the public or by their members, where the people inside handed out the contracts, the jobs and the money to people they knew, and the owners outside had no way to see it.

    In Britain, the country’s largest cooperative, the same idea as a jam3iya, was run by a board of elected amateurs who bought things they did not understand and lost billions. An official review called it manifestly dysfunctional. Members owned it and learned about it from the news.

    In Ukraine, before 2015, public money went out in contracts arranged in advance between officials and companies they knew. The same disease as تنفيع, at national scale, worth billions a year.

    What they did.

    Ukraine built two things and never mixed them up.

    First the window. A national platform, ProZorro, publishing every public contract, on one rule: everyone sees everything.

    Then, three months later, the readers. A second organisation, DoZorro, teaching ordinary citizens how to read a contract, how to spot a rotten one, and how to file a complaint that had to be answered. They did not wait for a public to gather. They gathered one. Twenty-four local organisations. Over 350 training sessions. Twenty thousand people taught.

    And before any of it, they built the inbox: an official channel into the state audit body, because complaints from citizens had been treated as unofficial and went nowhere.

    Within three years, citizens reading contracts had flagged violations across thirty thousand tenders, and 4,700 of the worst were cancelled or rewritten. Contracts killed by people reading, not by police arriving. By then the method was written into the law.

    Kuwait is prosecuting. Ukraine did the other half, and that is the half that stops the next one.

    Britain is the warning. It fixed the governance and talked to its members: a review, a new rule book, the biggest member consultation in its history, a hundred million pounds spent cutting prices. What it never built was a permanent way for members to see inside. Three years later the customers were back. The voters were not. Election turnout went from 3.6 percent to 4.7 percent.

    Communication rebuilds shopping loyalty far better than it rebuilds voting. So this plan does not ask for turnout. It asks for three hundred people who read.

    We diverge here to Finland for one reason. It never got sick, and it is the only case that tells us why.

    Same idea as a jam3iya. A shop owned by the people around it, boards elected by neighbours. It should have caught everything Kuwait caught. It didn’t. Not because Finns are honest. Because its members are awake, by two decisions, held for thirty years.

    The value comes to you. A card that pays cash into your account every month, spendable anywhere. You never have to believe you are an owner. You are reminded, with money.

    And the news arrives in the same hand as the money.

    The result: about a quarter of members vote in board elections, in a cooperative covering 84 percent of Finnish households. Compare America’s largest consumer cooperative, REI. Twenty-three million members, turnout in the low single digits, because the board controls who can stand and nothing reaches anyone.

    Same idea. One difference. Whether the information finds the member, or the member has to find it.

    Britain shows what happens after the theft. Ukraine shows how to catch it. Finland shows what we actually want. A jam3iya where stealing was never convenient, because too many owners were already watching.

    What Kuwait needs to do.

    Six things. None needs a new law.

    1. Decide who answers questions, before anything is published. Write down where a member’s question goes, who must reply, and within how many days. Name one person responsible for member communication, and one channel where the jam3iya’s news is published.

    Having that means a member who notices something has somewhere to send it, and someone who must answer. It turns a complaint from a rumour in the queue into a document with a date on it. Ukraine skipped this and citizens’ reports went nowhere for years.

    2. Send the information out. Do not wait for members to look for it. A monthly bulletin by SMS and WhatsApp to every member. The same bulletin printed at the door of the main market and every branch. In it: the audit summary, every contract signed that month with the supplier’s name and the amount, and the date of the next members’ meeting the moment there is one.

    Having that puts the name of every supplier in front of thousands of neighbours every month. Someone will recognise a name. Someone will know the real price. A board that knows the whole area reads the contract next week chooses differently from a board that knows nobody reads it.

    3. Publish each contract in plain Arabic, on one page. What was bought. From which supplier. For how much. What the other offers were. Who approved it.

    Having that makes comparison possible. The number that matters is not the winning price. It is the price next to it. When a member can see a cheaper offer was refused, and who refused it, تنفيع stops being a suspicion and becomes a question with a name on it.

    4. Teach members how the jam3iya works, and how to read its accounts. Two hours, one evening a month, at the branch, open to anyone. Three hundred trained members in the first year, and again every year after. Start with what most owners were never told: what the board can decide and what it cannot, what the yearly members’ meeting is for, where your annual return comes from. Then the numbers. And teach them the list of free goods, not only the contracts. Suppliers give the jam3iya free boxes and discounts to win its business. Those belong to you. The list is where they are written down, and if nobody reads it, that is the easiest place for a gift to become a bribe.

    Having that gives the jam3iya three hundred people checking the books who are not paid, cannot be transferred, and shop there every week. The ministry sends its own inspectors, and last year it referred 85 of them for investigation. A member cannot be moved to another department. He lives next to the shop.

    5. Ask members before decisions, not after. One survey per year. Publish the questions first so people can criticise them. Publish every answer within sixty days, including the ones that make the board look bad. Then twice a year publish قلتم / فعلنا: what members asked for, what was done, and what was not done and why.

    Having that settles the argument every jam3iya has. What the members actually want, in numbers, instead of what the loudest man in the diwaniya says they want. And it leaves a record. A board that ignores a published request has to explain itself in writing, and the writing stays on the wall until the next election.

    6. Write the crisis statements now. Before they are needed, for the four things that will happen: a corruption accusation, a food recall, a viral video, a dissolved board. One spokesperson only. Every first statement says five things. What we know. What we do not know. What we did in the first hour. Who is investigating. When we speak again. If you do not know something, say you do not know. Tell the staff before the public.

    Having that protects the jam3iya on the day its board fails, and in this sector some will. The building is not the men accused. If the first voice is the jam3iya’s own, saying plainly what happened, the shop stays open, the shares stay safe, and the members keep their institution while the accused go to court. If the first voice is a rumour, the area loses trust in a market it owns and will still own long after the trial ends.

    The point.

    The whole plan is people, and the thing that binds them. Communication. Nothing else.

    The word is already in the name. تعاون. Cooperation. That is what a جمعية تعاونية is supposed to be. What has been running instead is a جمعية نفع خاص, a private-benefit society. And look at the root. نفع. The same نفع sitting inside تنفيع. The word for the disease was hiding inside the word for the institution the whole time.

    You do not put the تعاون back by decree. You put it back by dialogue. Open, constant, dialogue. A bulletin that arrives. A contract anyone can read. A question that must be answered. That is all the six steps are.

    It does not fix the margin, the administration, or the suppliers. But the research is clear on the order. Awake members produce better boards, and better boards produce a better jam3iya. Not the reverse. So the plan does not fix those things. It builds the people who will.

    And it needs a leader. Not a manager. Not a committee. Someone born for it, who can stand in a room of angry owners, tell them the truth without flinching, and have them come back next month.

    The six steps are written. Anyone can copy them. Only one kind of person can make them mean anything.

    Build the thing worth owning. The owners will come.

    Write in the logbook
  • Best Burger and Pizza in Kuwait

    Vintage anatomical-style poster showing a tall burger designed as a lighthouse, with labelled layers including buns, beef patties, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes, standing on rocks beside the sea.
    July 14, 2026

    I have never reviewed a restaurant on this blog. And I have been deliberately avoiding it.

    In 2010, 248, the OG of Kuwaiti bloggers, wrote a negative review of a restaurant in Kuwait. The restaurant sued him. He won. But they also won. They delivered a message. In Kuwait, writing about food can cost you more than the meal.

    I am not 248. I do not have his reach. I do not have his influence. And the niche topics I write about on this blog will likely never put me in a courtroom over a burger review. But what happened to him still happened. And I would rather be careful than brave.

    But within these packed thoughts I have been carrying, there are some I cannot keep packed any longer. Burgers and pizza. Two of the best things I enjoy eating in life. I can have them every day. And apparently, “best burger in Kuwait” and “best pizza in Kuwait” are excellent SEO phrases. So if caring deeply about a patty between two buns also happens to be good for search rankings, I will take it. Not every post needs to be about education reform. Or my whining and reflections.

    So this is not a review. I am not telling you where not to eat. I am telling you where I eat. What I love. What I order again and again. No criticism. No comparison. No rankings. Just a list of the burgers that make me happy.

    And let me be honest. The best burgers I have ever eaten were not in Kuwait. They were abroad. In places where the beef has a different life before it reaches the grill. But Kuwait has its own. And some of them can compete.

    Of course, the actual best burger in Kuwait is the one I make at home, which is another SEO post I will be writing. But when I am not wearing the chef hat, these are the ones I go to.

    Shake Shack — Double ShackBurger (KD 4.250). Dependable consistency. You know exactly what you are getting. And the fries turn it into a complete meal whether you dine in, take away, or have it delivered. Shake Shack does not surprise you. That is the point.

    Elevation Burger — Elevation Burger (KD 2.900). Two organic patties, real cheddar, potato bun. Like Shake Shack, it is reliable and consistent. The burger and fries work together as a complete meal anywhere you eat it. Not exciting. Always good. Sometimes always good is better than sometimes exciting.

    Five Guys — Cheeseburger (KD 3.600). The burger itself may be fairly average. But the foil wrapping and the extra fries scattered inside the paper bag give Five Guys a nostalgic quality that keeps calling you back. You open the bag and fries fall out and that is the experience. The burger is secondary. The bag is the meal.

    Nino — Routini Di Nino (KD 3.950). Four mini burgers with balsamic onions and aioli, served with thinly cut potatoes. I wanted to include the restaurant that originally made sliders famous in Kuwait. But it gave up its position as the godfather of sliders and allowed Nino to take its place. These are not traditional sliders. But the four tiny burgers are an absolute delight.

    Signature — The Cheeseburger and Shroom Burger, both with Extra Patty (KD 3.400 / KD 3.800). Signature takes burgers you already love and makes them better. The Cheeseburger is a refined McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger. The Shroom Burger is a gourmet Hardee’s Mushroom ‘N’ Swiss. Both honour the original without pretending to be something else. Both work in the restaurant and at home. And the packaging is lovely enough that delivery feels like a gift.

    Baker & Spice — The B&S Burger (KD 6.550). Dine in only. Never takeaway. This is an elegant burger that practically announces that it was made with high-quality beef. The meat is cooked beautifully and paired with a fresh bun and seasonal vegetables. This is the choice when I want excellent beef and a genuine gourmet touch.

    Fatcap — FC Burger (KD 2.900). Fatcap is not really cheap because I need about three to feel satisfied. It is not technically a slider, but it is small and surprisingly light. Roasted bone marrow, beef tallow, marrownaise. There is something magical about how rich it tastes without feeling heavy.

    Johnny Rockets — The Original (KD 2.600) and Route 66 Double Patty (KD 3.900). Dine in only. Never takeaway. And not just any Johnny Rockets. It must be the old Salmiya branch near Al Fanar. This is not about the burger. This is about the fights in the parking area, the Prego era, Aladdin and Zahra Complex. The experience begins the moment you open the door and the familiar smell hits you. You play with the music machine. You eat the burger. You finish with an Oreo milkshake served in a cold steel cup with all the extra Oreo pieces still inside. The Route 66 belongs to the same experience. The burger matters. But so does the branch, the atmosphere, the music machine, the memories, and the milkshake at the end.

    I know. The list is short. After compiling it I sat there looking at it and thought surely there are more. But there are not. These are the ones I trust. Everything else is either fine but forgettable or a burger I have not tried yet.

    And to be fair, I have eaten far more burgers than this list suggests. Many never made it. Some were too fancy for what is, at its core, meat between bread. Some were the opposite. Some simply flipped their last patty. Closed. Changed hands. Quietly replaced the recipe with something that looks the same but isn’t.

    So in the coming weeks I will be expanding it. Here are the restaurants currently on my to-try list:

    Supernova, Jimmy’s Burger, Smashy’s, Pam and Cow, Patty and More, Order Melty, Black Paprika.

    The list will be updated. New burgers will be added. Old ones will stay unless they betray me. And yes, this also means more posts with “best burger in Kuwait” in them. Mainly for SEO purposes. But also because eating burgers and calling it research is the best job I have ever given myself.

    As for pizza. I am still searching. Kuwait has not yet given me a pizza worth writing about. Which is frustrating because the best pizza in Kuwait is also the one I make at home. Detroit style with secret imported cheese found at a place I will never say. New York style with Kuwaiti water, hope you get the joke. And Chicago style, which I consider a pizza and would never put it down and call it a pie or soup.

    If you have found a pizza in Kuwait worth writing about, leave it in the logbook. I am open to being wrong. In fact, I am hoping to be.

    And if any restaurant owner is reading this and considering legal action because I did not mention their burger, please note: I said the best burger in Kuwait is the one I make at home. Sue my kitchen. It has no lawyer. But it does have a very good burger method no one is using.

    Write in the logbook
  • The Blueprint: Qubool

    Two fully covered graduates face a sunrise bay with a lighthouse and city skyline beside the Arabic headline “بوابة القبول الموحد” and sponsor-style logos.
    July 12, 2026

    In my last post, I linked a page. It shows an animation of how the scholarship allocation works. Students line up. The system sorts them by grades and choices. Each student gets the best seat their score can reach.

    Then, at step five, something happened. If you saw the page, you know. If you didn’t, you have seen it somewhere else. In a queue you were standing in that suddenly did not matter. In a result that did not match the numbers. In a seat that filled before the line reached it. The page went dark. A counter changed quietly. And the system that worked perfectly for four steps had a hole in it that no algorithm could close.

    Call it satire. Call it being critical. I prefer to call it wanting us to rise. Wanting our system to be the one other countries study. Not the one our own students learn to navigate around.

    This post puts forward a plan to end it: a centralized admission system where that moment cannot happen. Not because someone catches it. Because the system leaves no place for it to happen.

    And this is not my idea. It is Kuwait’s own idea, unfinished.

    In July 2023, the Minister of Education, Hamad Al-Adwani, announced the first phase of a unified admission portal. The plan was stated clearly: one application for everything. Kuwait University. PAAET. Internal scholarships. External scholarships. Dr. Adel Al-Manea, then head of the Public Universities Council and later the Minister himself, ran the launch. Two of the ministry’s assistant undersecretaries, Fatema Al-Senan and Lamya Al-Melhem, said the same in interviews.

    Then it stopped.

    No second phase. No named person responsible. No deadline. The announcement happened. The system was never completed.

    This is not a new idea. It is an unfinished one.

    The problem.

    Kuwait’s admissions run in a chain, one institution after another. Scholarships first. Then Kuwait University. Then Abdullah Al-Salem University. Then the private universities. Each round finishes before the next one starts.

    The rounds are connected. But they share only one piece of information: who already took a seat. When one round ends, it sends its list to the next, so a student holding a seat cannot take another one unless he withdraws from the first.

    So the connection exists. It is used only to block students. It is never used to help them.

    The evidence.

    The evidence comes from two places. From logical understanding of how the system works, which any family that went through an admission summer can confirm. And from the leaders themselves, who announced a unified portal in 2023 because they saw the same problem. Nobody promises one application for everything unless applying to everything is currently difficult.

    Here is what the chain does. For years, there was one control on it: a withdrawal fee. A student who gave up a scholarship paid money. This punished families for changing their minds, and it was hardest on families with less money and wasta for those who had wasta. But it made holding an unwanted seat expensive.

    Recently, the fee was removed. Now students hold seats freely, and the shopping has started.

    Take Ahmed. He applies to the scholarship round and gets accepted. He takes the seat. Later, Kuwait University’s round opens. He withdraws from the scholarship, now for free, and registers at KU. He broke no rule. He did what any careful family would advise.

    But three people can be hurt by this.

    First, the student who was rejected in the scholarship round because Ahmed’s seat was taken. That round is closed now. When Ahmed returns the seat in September, it does not go back to July. That student’s chance is gone.

    Second, the student who was accepted in the same round but ranked below Ahmed. She got a country or a major she did not want, while the seat she wanted stayed reserved under Ahmed’s name all summer. He was never going to use it.

    Third, sometimes, Ahmed himself. Withdrawing is not one click. It is a request, an approval, a stamp, and processing days. Kuwait University’s registration window does not wait for that paperwork. If the withdrawal is processed too slowly, Ahmed misses KU while still officially holding a scholarship he asked to leave. He gave up a seat he had, for a seat he wanted, and got neither.

    Nobody in this story is a villain. When the fee existed, students stayed in seats they did not want. With the fee removed, students hold extra seats and others lose chances. Kuwait has tried it both ways. Both ways fail. That proves the fee was never the real problem. The real problem is a chain that makes every seat final before students know all their options, with paperwork between every step.

    The sorting is fair. Everything around it wastes seats, forces gambles, and cannot be checked. That is the problem.

    Who else had this problem.

    Britain, before it built one system. Georgia, in a worse form. Egypt still has it, and Egypt is the warning.

    What they did.

    Britain runs all university admission through one platform called UCAS. One application. Every university. Every course. More than 700,000 students a year. But the platform is not the important part. The important part is what is published around it. Every course shows the grades of last year’s accepted students, before anyone applies. A mother can look up medicine tonight and know if her daughter’s grades are close. She is not guessing.

    Britain also gives time. The application season runs about five months. Not a few days.

    And Britain gives a second chance. After results day, a published system called Clearing matches students without seats to seats that are still empty. No one’s application simply ends in silence. And an independent office, outside the universities and outside the ministry, reviews the whole process and publishes reports. The people who run the system are not the only ones who check it.

    Georgia had the worse version of our problem. Before 2005, university seats there were openly bought with bribes. The fix was not speeches. It was design. Admission was taken away from the universities completely and given to one national exam. One score decides entry, for public and private universities. Exam papers carry barcodes instead of names, so no examiner knows whose paper they are grading. The law passed in 2004. The first exam ran in July 2005. One year. After that, calling a contact inside the university stopped working, because the contact no longer controlled anything.

    Egypt shows what happens when you build one system but keep it closed. Its Tansiq system has placed every student by score for decades. One system, like ours would be. But while it runs, nobody outside can check it. There is no independent audit and no proper appeals process. Generations of Egyptian students describe being placed in majors they never chose. One system alone is not the answer. It must be one system that people can see into.

    And Kuwait does not need to look far. Jordan publishes its full admission numbers every year: how many applied, how many were accepted, acceptance rates by programme, for every institution. The full picture, not just the cutoff. Oman has run one application for its universities and both scholarship types for nearly twenty years, and the system is written into law, with a bylaw published in the Official Gazette. Oman gave its system a legal document. Kuwait gave its system a press conference.

    How long it took.

    Britain’s system has run for decades. Oman’s for nearly twenty years. Jordan publishes every year. Georgia rebuilt its whole system in twelve months. These systems are not experiments anymore. They are normal life.

    What Kuwait needs to do.

    Five things. None needs a new law. All need a decision. One is already half done.

    1. Finish what was started, or create a new one. The portal was announced. Phase one was built. Complete it: Kuwait University, PAAET, both scholarship plans, exactly as promised in 2023. Name one person responsible. Write the deadline in the founding document, the way Oman did. And note: the rounds already send data to each other to block students. The same connection can carry applications instead. The infrastructure exists.
    2. Publish the full numbers, not just the cutoffs. Kuwait already publishes the lowest accepted GPA per specialisation. That is a start. But the rest is hidden. How many applied. How many were accepted. How many from public schools. How many from private schools. How many seats were available before the round started and how many were left after. The cutoff tells a student whether they could have gotten in. The full data tells them why they didn’t. One number is a result. The full picture is transparency.
    3. Give families weeks, not days. Time to research, ask, and think. Britain gives five months. Kuwait does not need five months. It needs a year.
    4. Publish the sorting method. Let any computer scientist in the country check it. By its own rules, our method rewards honesty: a student’s best move is to rank her true choices in her true order. Saying so publicly, and proving it, would let families rank their true choices with confidence. Keeping it hidden wastes its best feature.
    5. Add an outside check. One audit per year, done by a body outside the ministry, published in full. That is the difference between a system trusted because it says so, and a system trusted because anyone can verify it.

    The point.

    Our own leaders announced this. One portal. One application. Everything. They were right. Phase one was right. Stopping was the mistake.

    Britain’s lesson in one sentence: publish the numbers, and the guessing ends. Georgia’s lesson is shorter: when the rules are built into the system, there is no one left to call.

    Jordan proved it works in an Arab country. Oman proved it works in the Gulf. Kuwait proved it can start.

    With every summer this waits, more families rank their children’s futures on rumours.

    Finish the portal, and get rid of those hindering the existence of it.

    Write in the logbook
  • التفاضل

    Faceless figures queue along a wooden pier at dusk while a warm lighthouse beam illuminates the person at the front.
    July 11, 2026

    كل سنة، نفس المشهد. طالب أو طالبة يفتح الإيميل أو الموقع، وقلبه يدق. هل حصّلت على التخصص اللي اخترته؟ هل الجامعة اللي حلمت فيها صارت من نصيبي؟ ولا راح آخذ خياري الثاني؟ أو الثالث؟ أو ما حصلت على شي؟

    وكل سنة، نفس السؤال من كل أم وأب: شلون يقررون منو يدخل وين؟

    الجواب: كمبيوتر!!!

    لا واسطة، ولا أدنى تدخل بشري، ما في أحد قاعد ورا مكتب ويقرر بيده منو يستاهل ومنو ما يستاهل. النظام كللللله الكتروني. «خوارزمية». يعني برنامج كمبيوتر مصمم إنه ياخذ كل الطلبات، كل الدرجات، كل الرغبات، ويوزع المقاعد بالعدل.

    وهذي اهي طريقته بأبسط شكل ممكن:

    الخطوة الأولى: الترتيب.

    كل الطلاب اللي تقدموا على البعثة يترتبون في صف واحد. من الأعلى معدل إلى الأدنى. اللي معدله ٩٨٪ يكون أول واحد في الصف. اللي معدله ٩٥٪ يكون بعده. وهكذا. المعدل هو اللي يحدد مكانك في الطابور. ولا شي ثاني. طبعاً أكيد لازم يكون مستوفي الشروط الثانية الي مطلوبة من التخصص المعلن.

    الخطوة الثانية: الرغبات.

    كل طالب قبل ما يتقدم، يختار رغباته بالترتيب. الرغبة الأولى هي الحلم. الجامعة والتخصص اللي يبيه أكثر شي. الرغبة الثانية هي البديل الممتاز. الثالثة هي البديل المقبول. وهكذا. ممكن يختار ثمان رغبات أو أكثر حسب النظام.

    تخيلوها مثل ما تطلبون من مطعم. «أبي الستيك. إذا ما فيه، عطني الدجاج. إذا ما فيه، عطني السمك.» نفس الفكرة. بس بدل أكل، تخصصات وجامعات.

    الخطوة الثالثة: التوزيع.

    الكمبيوتر يبدأ من أول واحد في الصف. اللي معدله الأعلى. يشوف رغبته الأولى. هل فيه مقعد فاضي في هالجامعة وهالتخصص؟ إذا إيه، يحجز له المقعد وينتقل للطالب اللي بعده. إذا لا، يشوف رغبته الثانية. هل فيه مقعد؟ إذا إيه، يحجز. إذا لا، الثالثة. وهكذا.

    إذا كل رغباته ما فيها مقاعد، ما يحصل على شي. يطلع من النظام. وما يوصله رد إن رغباته كلها امتلت. حتى لو معدله عالي. حتى لو يستاهل. لأن المقاعد خلصت قبل ما يوصل دوره. ولهذا السبب اختيار ثمان رغبات أو أكثر مو رفاهية. هو حماية.

    ثم ينتقل الكمبيوتر للطالب اللي بعده في الصف. ويسوي نفس الشي. من الرغبة الأولى للأخيرة. لكل طالب. واحد ورا واحد. بالترتيب.

    الخطوة الرابعة: العدل.

    هنا الجزء المهم. الطالب اللي معدله أعلى يختار أول. يعني إذا أنت معدلك ٩٧ وفيه طالب معدله ٩٨، هو يختار قبلك. حتى لو رغبتك الأولى نفس رغبته، هو له الأولوية. المعدل هو الفاصل. المقاعد محدودة. والأعلى معدل يدخل أول.

    هذا هو التفاضل. تنافس عادل مبني على المعدل والرغبات والمقاعد المتاحة. لا أكثر ولا أقل.

    ليش هالطريقة؟

    لأنها تضمن إن كل طالب يحصل على أفضل خيار متاح له بناءً على معدله. ما فيه شخص يقرر. ما فيه رأي شخصي. ما فيه مكالمة هاتفية تغير النتيجة. الكمبيوتر ما يعرف اسمك. ما يعرف عائلتك. ما يعرف إلا رقمين: معدلك وترتيب رغباتك.

    لكن.

    النظام عادل بس مو كامل. إذا الطالب ما اختار رغباته بعناية، ممكن يضيع فرصة. إذا حط تخصص تنافسي كرغبة أولى ومعدله ما يكفي، يخسر وقته على رغبة ما كان راح يحصلها. الذكاء مو بس في المعدل. الذكاء في ترتيب الرغبات.

    ولهذا السبب صممت صفحة تشرح لكم شلون النظام يشتغل خطوة بخطوة. تقدرون تشوفونها هنا. فيها عرض متحرك يوريكم شلون الكمبيوتر يوزع المقاعد بالضبط. شغلوها. شوفوا شلون الصف يتحرك. وشلون الرغبات تتوزع. وأخيراً شلون المقعد ينحجز.

    كل أم تبي تفهم (((ليش))) ولدها أو بنتها حصل على الرغبة الثانية بدل الأولى، الجواب في هالصفحة. مو لأن أحد ظلمه. لأن أحد كان قبله في الصف. والصف عادل. حتى لو النتيجة ما عجبتنا.

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  • The Blueprint: Kahraba

    Retro 1950s-style poster illustration of a central lighthouse radiating golden beams over a stylised city, with circuit-like power lines connecting the lighthouse to illuminated buildings.
    July 10, 2026

    In my last post I was critical. I pointed at the grid and laughed because if I did not laugh I would cry. A country that cannot cool its own homes signing deals with Google and Microsoft to host data centres that never sleep.

    But I was not laughing at the idea. I was laughing at the timing.

    Because I want those data centres. A data centre is a building filled with thousands of computers that store and process information for millions of people at the same time. They are the backbone of the modern digital economy. And I want them here. The jobs they bring. The technology they attract. The signal they send to the world that Kuwait is open and serious. And as someone who has watched plan after plan in this country get announced with confidence and delivered with delay, I do not want this one to fail.

    So instead of pointing at the problem again, let me point at the solution. Because it exists. Other countries had the same problem. And they fixed it.

    The problem.

    Kuwait makes less power than it needs. It has twenty-one gigawatts on paper. In peak summer, only seventeen work. Paper gigawatts do not cool houses. Every summer the demand is higher than what the plants can produce. The government cuts power to neighbourhoods. Imports electricity from neighbouring countries. And asks citizens to please switch off their air conditioning at noon in fifty-degree heat.

    Who else had this problem.

    Egypt. In 2014. Worse than Kuwait. Their demand exceeded their supply by five gigawatts. To put that in perspective, five gigawatts is roughly the output of the entire Az-Zour South complex, Kuwait’s largest power station. Imagine that entire station disappearing from the grid. That was Egypt’s gap. Every day. Blackouts were not a summer event. They were daily. Every neighbourhood. Every city. All year.

    What Egypt did.

    They treated it as a national emergency. One programme. One boss. One deadline. They signed one deal with Siemens to build three massive power plants. They fast-tracked everything. Land. Permits. Financing. All under one authority that did not change when ministers changed.

    And they did something else that matters more than the plants themselves. They slowly raised the price of electricity. Countries that have successfully reformed energy prices did it in the same order. Money first. Price second. A rebate is simple: the government puts cash into your bank account before raising the price. You receive the rebate. Then the tariff goes up. The net effect on your wallet is smaller because the rebate already covered part of it. The order matters. Money first. Price second. Not the other way around.

    How long it took.

    Four years. The three plants were delivered in twenty-seven and a half months from financial close to full operation. Egypt went from daily blackouts to discussing exporting electricity to its neighbours within five years.

    What Dubai did.

    Dubai added solar energy on a schedule. Not all at once. Paced. Managed. Rooftop solar across more than eight thousand buildings. Utility-scale solar in the desert. All on a calendar that matched what the grid could handle without being overwhelmed. Every megawatt announced was a megawatt delivered. Jordan tried the same thing but too fast. They added so much solar so quickly that the grid could not absorb it and they had to freeze the entire programme. Dubai paced it. Jordan rushed it. The lesson is clear.

    What Kuwait needs to do.

    Five things. None of them new. All of them available.

    One boss. Kuwait has had twelve ministers responsible for this file since 2020. Egypt’s programme had one. Appoint one person. Give them authority that survives cabinet reshuffles. One signature. One owner. And from my heart, I wish that person would be Dr. Sabeeh Al-Mukhaizeem. A Yale doctorate in Electrical Engineering. A computer science degree from UC San Diego. An academic career in Kuwait’s education system. And now the Minister of Electricity, Water and Renewable Energy, Was Acting Minister of Finance, and Chairman of KDIPA simultaneously. He is already sitting in every seat this job requires. The technical depth to understand the engineering. The financial authority to unlock the funding. The investment mandate to attract the partners. Kuwait rarely puts the right person in the right seat. This time it did. Keep him there.

    Real dates. Publish a procurement calendar with actual deadlines. Kuwait already proved this works. The Az-Zour North 2&3 deal, four billion dollars, was signed in February 2026. The machinery exists. Use it again. Plant after plant. And put the State Audit Bureau inside each transaction from the beginning, not at the end when it is too late to fix anything.

    Fix the price gently. This is the hardest one. Kuwait’s electricity tariff has not changed since 1966. Citizens pay less than one cent per kilowatt hour. It covers a small fraction of the real cost. Changing it is politically terrifying. But it can be done without pain if the order is right. Send the rebates first. Cash into household accounts. Real money that people can see and use. Then raise the tariff gradually. Not overnight. Over years. Then install smart meters so people can see exactly what they are using. Then set efficiency standards for air conditioners and appliances so the machines themselves use less. Studies done on Kuwait’s own economy, not foreign models, Kuwaiti studies, show that reform with rebates grows the economy. Without rebates it shrinks. The order is everything. Rebates first. Everything else second.

    Pace the solar like Dubai. Kuwait has the Shagaya solar zones ready. The sun is not the problem. The problem is tendering too much at once and overwhelming the grid the way Jordan did. Kuwait needs to tender on a planned calendar, sized to what the grid can absorb at each stage. Every megawatt announced must be a megawatt that can actually be delivered and connected. Announcements that cannot be delivered are not plans. They are press releases.

    Shrink the imports. Kuwait currently buys electricity from its neighbours through the GCC Interconnection grid every summer. That is fine for now. It is a bridge. But bridges are meant to be crossed and left behind. Publish the import number every year. Make it public. Make it visible. Let the country watch it go down year by year. Open data forces honesty. When the numbers are public, everyone can see whether the plan is working or whether it is another announcement with no delivery. And if there is one person in this government who understands the power of open data, it is Dr. Al-Mukhaizeem. Keep the numbers open. Let the country watch.

    The point.

    Egypt’s lesson fits in one sentence. The shortage ended when the plan got an owner, a deadline, and honest prices. In that order.

    All three are available to Kuwait. For the cost of a signature.

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