I write stories out of the bad dreams that I have. This is a story based on a dream that I had around 2008. Riding down the hill, it appeared as though the forest was ablaze as the dwindling sunlight fell on the autumn leaves. At some distance, he could see the lake, placid and shimmering. He made his way towards the lake, going off the beaten trail. Twigs and dried leaves crackled under his bicycle as he made his way down the muddy soil.

This is the story of the Ice Cream War that took place between my little brother and I when we were kids. I was born into a family of four brothers with myself in the middle, two elder ones and a younger one. The four of us grew up in Kuwait, a small country in the Middle East. Now as far as I’m concerned, Kuwait has one of the best Ice cream companies in the world: the Kuwait Danish Dairy or KDD for short.