Live Photos of the Horrific Accident on the 30 this Morning

The Fire department arrived, late, to put out the fire

Earlier today, I wrote about how I was able to recover pictures previously deleted by cops at the scene of an accident (link).

Well, thanks to technology, I managed to recover the best of them. Sorry Police Force, you had no right to delete my pictures,  hence this is my Phoenix Song.

They are graphic, so be warned (images can be clicked to be expanded).

To start this properly, I will use both a detailed narrative as well as the fresh pictures I took, followed by the ones I recovered.


As I set out early this morning to head to the meeting point for the Q8 Foot Soldiers 3rd run (which was eventful in itself), I came across a scene of utter carnage.

An accident on the 30, also known as the Fahaheel Express, at 7:45am in the morning, when the streets are relatively empty, on a Saturday.

A car ablaze. Thick, black, acrid smoke billowing from its deteriorating husk, engulfing the beautiful cloudy blue skies, encroaching upon this serenity with its hideousness. Choking the world in a toxic stranglehold of destruction.

The amount of smoke was overwhelming, almost completely covering the adjacent building behind a smoke-screen of doom.

The investigative blogger within me decided to run across the pedestrian bridge, as the fire was on the other side heading toward Kuwait City. I snapped photo after photo, from different angles, of the carnage beneath, as the Police fought valiantly to maintain order, cordoning the street, and the paramedics rushed the injured to the ambulance. The fire raged on, awaiting the arrival of the fire department.

The burning car was on the exit to the left, this is the scene afterward, from on the pedestrian bridge. A few hours ago, his scene was a circus.

As I heard the siren of the fire department, I saw their vehicles speeding down the road on the other side, the fire may have been burning for a good 10 minutes after my arrival, no idea how long before. The fire department took time to get there. Nonetheless, their arrival was at a crucial point as the fire raged on.

The remnants of the horrific accident

I ventured closer to the scene, first from beneath the bridge, wondering to myself, this must be what investigative journalism is like! The adrenalin rush was overwhelming.

Secretly, I wish to be a live-action reporter.

The road beneath the burning car, forever scarred by the events that transpired. Unaffected otherwise, cold, calculating, awaiting its next victim.

I spotted a vantage point from which I could get some further amazing pictures.

The vantage point I took to photograph the scene, a mere few meters from the accident.

I got so close to the fire, I was roughly 5~10M away.

Horribly disfigured and mangled, the intensity of the fire having took its toll

I took off the banadana wrapped around my forehead and covered my mouth and nostrils with it, not wanting to inhale the toxic, nauseating smoke.

The burnt down husk of a vehicle that up to a few, mere hours ago, was running

Picture, after picture, after picture.

What remains of the vehicle

And then, A cop came up to me, angrily pointing toward me and demanding my phone.

View 2

At this point, all Arabic was forgotten, and I spoke only in English. I had no ID on me, as I don’t carry it when running, so I was very complacent.

View 3

He tried to delete the photographs, but was not familiar with the phone (My running phone, Nokia N97). I asked to aid him, thinking to pocket it and run, but what if he were to jump the fence and follow me? Not a good idea.

A view from the inside, burnt to a crisp

I told him I would delete them, and did so infront of him, as his buddy comes up to join him, the Honest Abe in me did delete all the photos, now wondering if I should have kept some and just opened another folder telling him see, all deleted. I did not think well under pressure.

I have no qualms now, I may have lost over 30 photos, but the ones I gained back, truly sweet. A victory for the freelancers out there who believe it is their right to cover any incident in public, for the public.

I am not just a blogger, I am a freelance journalist.

My blog does not merely center around my life, but it captures the life around me.

Feast your eyes on this:
The Fire department arrived, late, to put out the fire

My personal favorite, enter the fire department


A Close Up of the Carnage

What baffles me the most is how this accident came to be in the first place, it is saturday morning, most people are off, its 7:45am.

The reason, I believe, according to my instincts, would be that the person in the car had been out to a party, where he may have gotten intoxicated, and then, on the morning drive home, lost control of the car, missing his exit and careening at an impossible angle.

The road remains, impartial, unphazed, silent, awaiting, calculating.

Who will be its next victim?

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