That last conclusion is something we can very much agree upon. I have personally witnessed a poor family living in a carboard hut (literally held togehter by bottle capped nails) on the outskirts of Doha, they were refugees, desperately selling their polished brass dowry/family heirlooms to survive (which my mum bought, bless her soul). The family was there because they were refugees from Iran. The man was effusive about how much he loved the Shah, and had a photo of him hanging in the hut. His wife was kind and handed me (a blonde child) a shot-glass of warm, sweet, minty tea ("Nana?", she said). She had soft hands.

That last conclusion is something we can very much agree upon.