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Name: Sabra
Location: Saudi Arabia

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”

Monday, July 06, 2009

Air Conditioning or Jet Engine

The air conditioning went out today. Second time this week. The unit keeps freezing up. DH took the hose to the unit thingys [whatever they are called] the day before yesterday and had it working in no time. Phew. It is too hot here to NOT have air conditioning. Then the ac went out again, just a couple of hours ago. Maintenance is very, very good about getting someone here to fix things like air conditioning or hot water heaters - even if it is after hours - which, for right now, it isn't. And, let me tell you, this little cement block house heats up very, very quickly with no air conditioning. This morning the house was 72° and this afternoon it was 82°. That ten degrees makes a big difference.

Here's the thing. Last year they came and worked on our air conditioning unit and did something to it so that it does not sound like a jet engine in our bedroom or in the study - where the computer is. However, the young technician that came today [and I think he was a Saudi - and if he was - good for him for deciding that a trade is just as honorable of an occupation as being the CEO of a company is!] doesn't quite seem to understand that it was working before and NOT making the jet engine sound that it is making now. Someone else is coming back in an hour or so to see if they can fix the problem. Can't you find it somewhere on the computer system what it is that you did last year to fix the jet engine noise? Honestly, there is NO way either DH or I are going to be able to sleep with the sound it is currently making. This could take a while to resolve. Man-oh-man, I hope not!

Employment Opportunities and Prospects

Interesting little blurb today on how The Sandbox is going to have to cast a wider net to find workers "in the face of reluctance from many countries to join the list of providers." The Deputy Minister of Labor says "that many countries in discussion with the National Recruitment Committee over domestic labor recruitment had expressed their concern over 'sensitive issues' in sending labor..." Hmm. "Sensitive issues." What is he referring to?

Perhaps issues that have to do with how happy domestic workers are? Like this domestic worker, a maid, who gulped down laundry soap in lieu of champagne to toast her happiness. Or, like this one, another maid, who was willing to jump for joy off a ledge four-stories high.

A campaign has been launched by some 5,000 men and women. Their slogan is "Saudi Arabia is only for Saudis." They want jobs in the "public and private sectors," and "especially those jobs that Saudis are able to fill." Apparently an article in the Labor Law "mentions that foreigners should not be recruited except in rare specializations." Rare specializations, as in domestic labor? You can't begrudge these men and women from wanting jobs, but some of their demands are just a bit over the top for anyone just starting out. They want a minimum salary of SR3,000 [per month?] for Saudis. [Is there a minimum wage, here? I don't think so.] They also want "annual vacation tickets" and "health insurance coverage for themselves and their family members." Annual vacation tickets. To where? And, at what cost? Wow. That's not asking for too much, is it!?! And, health insurance coverage. The health insurance - like any other coverage that is standard - should be provided for the employee. You want coverage for your family, then you should pay for it. DH has coverage through the company he works for; I am covered by the same plan. We pay a monthly premium for this coverage. It is not free. They also want for Saudization to cover all jobs, "not only menial jobs." Has anyone considered that for the majority of jobs that are not "menial" a college education is required? You cannot become a doctor if you do not go to medical school. You probably do not go into a company as a CEO if you have not attended business school. More than a high-school education is necessary for most professions that are not "menial." [Getting a secondary education should not be a problem. This says that there are 18,700 Saudi students in the US "on scholarships."] What if the US had a slogan to the effect that "US schools are only for US citizens." You know, like the "Saudi Arabia is only for Saudis." Those 18,700 students would be "sol." "The aim of this campaign is to enable qualified Saudis [to be] employed in jobs that are currently occupied by foreigners." With the exception of laborers and domestic workers, what foreigners are here that do not have a secondary education or advanced degrees?

Who knew there was a Happy Planet Index?! Saudi Arabia comes in at number 13 out of the top 15 contenders. The United States comes in at 114 out of the 143 countries listed. Yeah. Sure. Has to do with carbon footprints and all that gobbly-gook. The report is 64 pages long. You want to read it? Go for it. Your prerogative. Personally, I'm not even remotely interested in the current fad of junk science, global warming crap. [Found it at Fausta's place.]

Sunday, July 05, 2009

The Rooster

Yesterday morning we had one of our neighbor's rooster in our back yard. Thank goodness I saw him before I let The Kids out. I was going to call Security about it, to have them deal with it [I was still in my bathrobe at the time], and then decided I'd jump in the shower and get dressed and go over to the neighbor's house myself. So, I did. And, the whole time kept The Kids locked in the bedroom so they wouldn't be able to look out the kitchen window and go absolutely ballistic about the rooster being in our back yard.

I could see the neighbor getting into her vehicle as I walked up the block - her driver was getting in - obviously, they were getting ready to go somewhere. I yelled, "Wait. Stop!" and approached the car. The driver rolled down his window and I said, "I have your rooster in our back yard." He didn't understand a word I was saying. He got out of the car and opened the back door so that I could talk to the woman in the backseat. I told her I had her rooster. She looked at me - totally clueless - and said, "No." Ahh, yes, I do, too. "I have your chicken." She said "no," again. For whatever reason I had my camera with me and showed her the picture of their rooster. She realizes what I am talking about and says, "Ahh. Okay." No. It is not okay. "We have dogs." She says, "Yes, yes." Lady, do you realize what is going to happen to your pet rooster if I let my dogs out - in THEIR OWN back yard?

I said, "You need to get your rooster. He cannot be in our back yard." The woman said, "No. I have an appointment and I will be late." I responded, "If you do not get your rooster, you will not have a rooster." [And, no, for the record, I never would have let The Kids attack the rooster, but the woman's nonchalant attitude was almost too much.] She finally agreed and instructed her driver to follow me so they could get the rooster. It was all of a block away - and as I walked into our driveway the driver came within inches of running me over! Asshole. And, you too, lady. I have no kind words for your actions. "I have an appointment and I will be late." To friggin' bad.

Another neighbor, who we do know, who lives next to this woman, has told me about how they wanted two German Sheppard puppies but instead got the rooster for their kids to play with [who does this!?! gets a rooster as a pet?!!], and how Westernized the woman is even though she is Saudi, and how well she speaks English, blah, blah, blah. Well, she played pretty dumb as far as her English goes, yesterday, and she certainly didn't seem to be at all concerned that she was inconveniencing me by having her children's pet rooster in our back yard - and then with her driver all but running me over in my own driveway...

The driver got out of the car and came into the back yard and started chasing the rooster around. Poor thing. He ended up in the pool. Who knew rooster's could swim? [I certainly didn't know that. Heck. I didn't even know they could fly! But how else could it have escaped and gotten into our yard?] The whole while I was thinking, "Great. I don't have to worry about The Kids getting the rooster. He is going to drown in our pool." He didn't. And the driver caught the rooster. I supervised. Had to. Thought for sure the driver was just going to set the rooster down, outside of our gate, and drive off, instead of taking the rooster home and putting it in their back yard where he belongs [obviously he doesn't want to be there - or he wouldn't have been in our back yard, right?].

This morning, I did do a quick yard check before letting The Kids out. I really, really do not want to see the poor little rooster attacked by a Great Dane and a Standard Poodle, but for goodness sake, lady. Put your big girl panties on and take some responsibility. Next time I won't be so nice about it. I will call Security. This is "city" living, not rural farm country. What you are doing with rooster in your back yard anyway is beyond me - but, much better that they have a rooster than two German Sheppards.

Quick Trip Downtown

DH wanted something from the grocery store that we've not had at our local Commissary since we returned from vacation, so we headed downtown yesterday, for frozen blueberries. He is doing this special drink in morning thing with the blender - all fruit - kind of like a smoothie, lately. Pain in the butt is what it is. Makes a mess. But, if that is what he wants for breakfast every day, then that is what he shall have. We went to Tamimi and although they had frozen blueberries, we didn't get them. They were SR40-something for a small container - more than $10.00. DH has his limits and $10.00 for a small container of frozen blueberries is too much. On the other hand, SR46.50 [$12.46] for a small package of corned beef and the same for a small package of pastrami - no problem. We went through the aisles of Tamimi and got groceries and went to check-out.

A young Saudi man [man? not much older than a boy!] was at the counter and the first words out of his mouth were, "Hello. How are you today?" What a pleasant surprise. Being greeted so heartily. Sure that is his job and all, but I cannot recall the last time I was greeted like that, there. And, no, he probably doesn't really care how we are - that is what everyone [anywhere!] says, right? He is scanning our groceries through and he hit the total and he said, "If you spend three more riyals you will get the discount." How nice of him. No. Really. He didn't have to tell me that I was so close to the limit to get the 10% discount. I grabbed two packs of gum [SR2, each]. Brought my total up to just over that cut-off amount so that I could get the discount.

The young man rang up my total and said, "Was 566 and now 516. You save ten percent. See?"

Not quite sure how they figure the discount - or what the cut-off is - must be SR565. But a savings of SR50.16 is $13.44. And $13.44 in savings is better than no savings. Another man [imported help, not a local] was bagging our groceries and as we were paying and getting ready to leave the young Saudi said, "Thank you. Have a nice day." As we were headed out to the truck with our cart I asked DH if he could ever remember when a young Saudi grocery clerk had been either so animated or so nice. Neither of us can think of a single instance where this has happened in the past. But if Tamimi is doing it - requiring their Saudi employees - to make the effort with customer service by saying, "Hello. How are you today?" or "Thank you. Have a nice day." then it is working! And, to have him point out that I could save $13.44 by spending an extra $1.07, was just the icing on the cake - in a most impressive sort of way. Thanks. Very much!

And, now, for some photos snapped from the truck on our trip downtown...

This is all the rage! "Car dusting." [The pictures are not quite what I wanted - but when you are trying to take them from a moving vehicle...]

Why did I take these pictures? Because something was obviously going on where there was not enough parking so these cars were all parked on the side of the on-ramp of the highway. They do not do the situation justice. There were at least a hundred of them lined up.

More on bad parking. See the middle car? The tan one [old Chevrolet Caprice, maybe?]. It is parked. If this is a street - there is no using it for the time being. Can't find a place to park? No worries. Just park in the middle of the street. The silver mini-van, which turned to try to go down that street, couldn't. I still find situations like this simply amazing. That certain folks - men, specifically, since they are the only ones allowed to drive - cannot be bothered to drive a short distance to park somewhere - and instead inconvenience the rest of the world.

And some more bad parking. Can't find a spot? No problem. Just block someone else - you are, after all, privileged, and deserve to park there regardless of the consequences to others. So what that you're parked in the road. People will go around you.

While sitting, waiting at a light, a white car scooted around everyone [from the right side] and pulled up so that he could be first. He wasn't the only one who did it, either.

A nanosecond later, another car did it too:

They are both hanging out, practically in the middle of the road, just inviting an accident. Any traffic police around to issue a ticket to either one of them? No. Not a traffic cop to be seen the entire quick trip downtown.

Just to give you an idea of the traffic:

We have Krispy Kreme. [I can get Krispy Kreme donuts in the States. I'll stick to cheese bread, here, thank you very much.]

I am pretty certain that everyone who lives here would agree that what we really, really need here is another new mall:

More on some of the architecture - dwellings - in The Sandbox. The ONE house I wanted a picture of is, unfortunately, very, very blurry - will try again another time - it has fabulous windows - and is quite contemporary looking:

And even those these look blurry - they are - part of it has to do with the fact that I was in a moving car and the other part has to do with the fact that it was very, very dusty out yesterday:

Why a picture of a sign for baby wipes? Because I think it is interesting that it is so predominantly in English - the Arabic is written in small letters at the bottom:

Waste of water - in a country that has none - a fountain in the middle of downtown. For what purpose?

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Opinion on some current events...

At random:

The state of California is issuing IOU's instead of cash or checks because California is broke. Why? Not because the state doesn't get its fair share in tax revenues. It in the top ten [No. 9] of the most heavily taxed states in the nation! On Special Report yesterday [Thursday's show], Juan Williams about went apocalyptic when Mort Kondracke
said that California should get rid of some of the government workers there [I've searched for a link of the show's All Star Panel for Thursday and cannot find one]. Williams said something to the effect of "right now, with unemployment so high, you want to eliminate more workers?" Oh. No. Couldn't possibly get rid of some of the state employees who are on the dole just as bad - if not worse - than California's welfare recipients. That doesn't make any sense. Unemploy a few more workers - starting from the top and working down; like the majority of state government offices the bloat is in the administration's management where there are usually far too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. But, it is okay that unemployment is at what - 11.5% - there, for the private sector. Heaven forbid a state government worker become unemployed! [Here's a thought. Start by eliminating the program you have to let school teachers sit around and do nothing while their cases linger before some ridiculous administrative tribunal.] Not to worry California, I'm sure that the jeja is working on a plan right now to bail you out of your financial woes. Oh goody!

Nepal airport will require workers there to wear pocketless uniforms, who are accused of taking bribes. Without pockets, there will be no place for them to put the bribes [calling BS on this - they'll put the money in their shoes or socks or underwear]. Not such a bad idea, though. Call it a start. Wouldn't it be great if the TSA adopted the same practice - making its workers wear pocketless uniforms. Perhaps that would stop some of the theft of items from suitcases. We have had more than a few instances where things have gone missing from our suitcases - someone took one of DH's belts and his cologne from a suitcase and someone took a bag of make-up [brand new still in the packaging - my mistake for not opening it]. A silk tank-top has even gone missing! Always fairly small items that can easily be pocketed. Try filing a complaint with the TSA about items that have been "removed" from your bags [from the TSA site: "Occasionally, during the screening process, a screener may damage or misplace a passenger's property..."]
. Umm, yeah. Good luck with that. How do we know it was TSA workers? We have those "special locks" on our bags that only the TSA can open!

Remember the Duke non-rape case? The one where a black woman accused three white Duke lacrosse players of doing something that they never did? And, then tried to make it a hate crime on top of the actual crime of rape? Yeah. That one. The one that never happened. There is another Duke rape case and it is not being reported. Why is that? Perhaps because it would be utterly politically incorrect to do so. It did not involve three white men and one black woman. That, as we all know, is politically correct. No. Instead, it involved a g@y white man, an employee of Duke University, who allegedly [ha! allegedly!!!] was soliciting some sort of perversion on the internet offering up his adopted black five-year-old son. Good grief. There truly are some real sicko's out there! Anyone hearing about this? If it weren't for the bloggers out there and a columnist at Townhall, no one would even know about the case. For a non-rape case it was news 24/7 for months, and for the already happened sexual assault(s) of a little FIVE-YEAR-OLD boy at the hands of his adopted g@y father along with the almost sexual assault of this same child being solicted on the internet - crickets chirping!

Drugs have been found at the home of Michael Jackson. Well, there is a big surprise. I am shocked. Just shocked!

Bernie Madoff got off easy with a 150 year jail sentence, if you ask me. How come there is no death penalty for what he did? Now, the U.S. taxpayers are going to have to pay to keep this stealing scum in jail until he dies. There really ought to be a way that we could eliminate this man from the face of the earth [but not until all of his cronies have been thoroughly investigated - including all of them in high-up government positions - and charged as accomplices and thrown in jail!], instead of supporting him in style in prison. I'm sure there are those that would say that being in prison in the U.S. is not a generally comfy and cushy life. I disagree. We make it far to comfy and cushy for criminals. What does it cost - something like $25,000 to $50,000 to house a single prisoner for a year? Put me in charge. I promise I can do it for a whole lot less. First things first - get rid of the ACLU who would be suing for mistreatment of the prisoners if I was in charge. There would be no single cell - bunk beds for everyone. They don't get along as roommates? Survival of the fittest then. Wean 'em out that way. There would be no gyms. There would be no canteens where you could purchase "luxury" items. There'd be three meals a day but they wouldn't be anything more than what would need to be included for basic dietary recommendations. I can assure you that there would be no cable television! I'd do much of what Joe Arpaio does and treat criminals like criminals, not coddle them or treat them like citizens.

Sarah Palin is resigning as Governor of Alaska. Wow. I did not see that coming.

Another new pet!

We live on a compound that is a like a little town. A little town with absolutely NO farms. One of our neighbor's [that we do not know, personally] has a rooster. Why - just why - would you get a rooster for your kids to play with. [And, let's just be thankful that it is a rooster and not two German Sheppard's - which is what they talked about getting for their children. Obviously someone has been watching too much Jon & Kate + 8 - to think that getting two German Sheppard's for their young children to play with would be a good idea. I won't link to that train wreck - if you don't know what it is - google it.]

It was odd, first hearing the rooster do it's noise-making thing first thing in the morning. The rooster, however, does not limit his crowing - or cock-a-doodle-doing - to just mornings, though. We often hear it at night, too. Poor little confused rooster. The rooster is, right now, as I type this, cowering in our back yard. Clearly he is not "tame" and is afraid of people. Somehow, I'm guessing he is scared to death of the children for whom he was supposed to be a pet for. Obviously, he wanted out of the yard he was confined in - but what the heck made him choose our yard!?!

I am thankful that I saw him prior to opening th
e door to let The Kids out. I do not want to imagine what might have happened...

A lizard in the garbage disposal. A Great Dane and a Standard Poodle going after a rooster. I mean, really... What could possibly go wrong?
Same same for a horrifically bad ending.

I'm going to call Security, now. Hopefully they can do something about the rooster currently trying to hide in the bushes in our back yard.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Today in The Sandbox...

A perfect 108° and most excellent "working" weather. Perhaps I can finish Vengeance, today. There are sooo many books on my shelves that I need to read and summer, here, in The Sandbox, is the ideal time in which to do just that. [No. I am still not finished with Atlas Shrugged; I'll get back to it, though, another time.] Next up to read will either be The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt or The Slave Trade. How do I decide what I am going to read next? I have to choose from the paperback books that I have. They seem to survive the occasional swim fall and total saturation in the pool far better than the hardbacks do.

Anyway, today in the news... Not a whole lot, really. But then, it is the weekend.

This just irks me. An Egyptian tailor has been sentenced to 60 "almost forceful" lashes for "touching a female while taking her measurements." [So, then, with most lashings, are they just light taps? You know, as opposed to "almost forceful?" What does that even mean??!] Someone explain to me how it would even be possible for a tailor to get measurements without touching someone! I'd venture to say that it is highly unlikely that the Egyptian tailor [it is, as you know, very, very necessary to identify the man by nationality] was groping the woman. He was simply holding his measuring tape close to her body so that he could get accurate measurements and in order to do so he touched the woman. Good grief. Get a grip! And if you don't want to be touched by a man - an Egyptian tailor - then find a woman tailor. What did you expect when you went to the tailor? That he was going to guess your measurements? It is a lose-lose situation for the poor tailor. If he touches someone then he has done something very, very bad and he will be punished. If, on the other hand, he didn't use his measuring tape to get accurate measurements and he just guessed, then he would be guilty of doing something wrong by making an ill-fitting garment and he will probably be punished for that, too. The sentence imposed on the tailor included having him "undertake an oath not to repeat his actions." [Come on, now. Do you honestly think that after he receives his "almost forceful" 60 lashes he will even ever touch another woman, again?!? Yeah. Right.] A "similar declaration from the guardian of the girl" was also required and he [guardians are always males] must "play a greater role in her protection and address the lack of attention that permitted her to go to male tailors." Well. Okey-dokey, then. That matter is resolved.

...yeah. I guess there is more to the news, today, than just the Egyptian tailor. Not a whole lot that caught my attention in the Arab News, but this article on "Coping with culture shock," on how some Saudi students are behaving in other countries is worth reading. A couple of the articles in the Local Press section might be of interest [certainly a couple of them need my commentary - but I need to "work" today, instead]. In the Saudi Gazette there is an article on how a study is needed to "tackle divorce" that says, "Certain issues are deserving of study such as the high divorce rate, the trend towards marrying foreigners, the lack of enthusiasm for employment in the private sector and professional trades." What one has to do with the other, though - divorce and lack of enthusiasm for employment - I have no idea. The Nation section is worth a quick click to see what else is going on in this part of the world.

I am going to go get my "pool uniform" on, grab a Diet Coke and my book. It is just too nice outside today to not work. And, like I said, it is the weekend, here. Friday in The Sandbox is the equivalent to what Sunday in the States is. Nothing I would want to do more, in the States, than to relax in my pool on a Sunday, if I had one... And, if I don't get going, I am going to miss prime sun time [10A to 2P]!

Washing Dishes [The post Blogger ate.]

Note: Because half most of this post got eaten by Blogger yesterday, I'll never be able to duplicate the snark I had put into it. But I'm going to give it my best effort anyway, and try to recreate it.

A warm and fuzzy, fluffy, feel-good story [which by the way, does not even begin to tackle the genuine issues of the domestic workers that come to The Sandbox] about a Saudi woman washing dishes while she went undercover as a housemaid for a couple of hours, here, and semi-worthy of taking the time to read. It is not long; it is very simply written [no big words to stumble over]. That it highlights the plight of maids in The Sandbox, albeit minimally, is a good thing, though. The author of the article is not immediately identified [she was, after all, undercover! so I'm going to refer to her as "FM" for "fake maid"]. FM starts off by stating that she "resolved to go through with it" [oooh - you are so brave, FM!] and enter into the world of the housemaid but she was wanted to know "what would happen should anything untoward befall" her and her editor-in-chief said "he would gladly publish [her] obituary." Oh, that is just too funny, isn't it? No. It is not. Hardly a joking matter, if you ask me.

FM says she went to a recruiting agency and the agency found her a position. [Calling BS on this. I find it highly unlikely that any agency here would endeavor to put a Saudi woman in such a position - that of a household maid - for at least a couple of reasons. First the culture just does not allow it. Second, because a Saudi woman would never work for the measly amount of money that such a position pays.] But, since this is a newspaper story [keyword: story], we'll go with FM's version. That is how this is done. Recruiting agencies fill these positions with hundreds of thousands of women from poor third-world cesspools countries to move to other, mostly rich countries, such as The Sandbox, Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain and others, to become housemaids. It is no secret that being a recruiting agent is a lucrative profession. The recruiting agents and agencies are the only ones getting rich off of these women from such poor countries where their chances of being employed in any other capacity are nil.

So, FM contacts her recruiter, the agency, and asks for the address of what is to be her new workplace. The agency - or agent - refused to give it to her, and said that they would take her there. Imagine how scary this must be for a foreigner, coming to The Sandbox. You leave the country you are from and move to another. You have virtually no information to give to your family as to your whereabouts once you get on that plane where you, basically, vanish into thin air. Your family may know the name of the recruiting agency you have dealt with to find you the position you are going to work at, but they have absolutely no idea of the name of the family or the address of the house where you will ultimately end up. Just keep that in mind. FM says that the agency's "nervous refusal to go into any details disturbed [her] slightly." How do you think those foreign maids feel? Slightly disturbed or scared to death?

FM equips herself with "a tiny hidden camera and audio recorders mascarading [sic] as music devices." How many foreign housemaids equip themselves with this kind of equipment, I wonder. Probably Absolutely none. Off she goes, FM, to the agency [although she has a colleague, Hayat, "secretly in tow"], where a "Saudi driver was arranged to take [her] to the unknown destination." FM arrived at her new work place, "with Hayat slyly managing to take photographs from behind a tree" [oooh, it all sounds so James Bondish!] and she goes to the house where she is met by the wife, the woman of the household. The wife - woman of the household [from hereon "WOTH"] greeted FM "with a quick body search which she said was necessary in case [she] was carrying a mobile telephone with a camera." I am going to go out on a limb, here, and say that I would be willing to bet that most foreign maids are not subject to such a cursory search. Very telling, though, that the WOTH is worried about a mobile telephone with a camera, if you ask me. [And, just try to find a phone now-a-days that does not come with a camera in it.] FM says that her "sense of apprehension rocketed as she conducted the search." Wonder how all the foreign maids feel...

The WOTH goes on with a "police-style investigation with a series of questions" and then advised FM what the dress-code would be and gave her "other instructions, such as it being forbidden for [her] to talk to [WOTH's] husband or her sons." Okay. Fairly simple, right? Provided you speak the same language. What if you don't speak the same language? How are these things - the dress-code and the instructions - communicated? Some of the instructions that WOTH gave to FM were that she would "have to clean the kitchen and its utensils three times a day" and that she "shouldn't expect any leniency on account of [her] being a Saudi, but quite the contrary, that being a Saudi meant [she] should be more aware of the customs and traditions of [their] society." What the heck does that mean? Does that imply that in other customs, or traditions, that the kitchen and its utensils are not cleaned three times a day? I can't speak for all Americans, and I certainly cannot speak for other customs or traditions, but I typically wash dishes three times a day - you know, once after every meal. Yeah, okay. That isn't necessarily true. Sometimes, if we eat late at night, and the dishwasher is already full, then I just rinse the dishes and utensils and leave them in the sink until the next morning when I empty the dishwasher of the clean dishes and utensils [I turn it on before we go to bed] and then fill it with the ones I left in the sink the night before. Does this imply that other customs, or traditions, use unclean utensils?

FM says that she "entered the kitchen to inspect [her] new world, and with a force [she] didn't know [she] had in [her] [she] did the washing up in no time." I still don't get it. How long does it take to do dishes? I can have the kitchen cleaned up after a meal in about fifteen minutes, tops. And I wash all of our pots and pans by hand, load the dishwasher, and wipe down the counters and the table. What kind of force is she [FM] talking about? How many pots and pans and dishes and utensils were there in her "new world" waiting for her? Had no one done dishes for weeks? To be fair to FM, though, the kitchen probably was a whole "new world" for her. What Saudi family does not have a maid? If you are not taught to do dishes as you are growing up - I can imagine that you would have to have some sort of "force" be with you to do so at some point much later on in life.

Carrying on... FM was then instructed to "start making lunch and a cake." Go back to being a foreign maid. Imagine the quandary you would be in if you were instructed to make lunch and a cake. Say you arrived in The Sandbox from America [just as an example] and were told to make lunch and a cake. What would you make? How would you know what to make in keeping with Saudi customs and traditions? If you were from America, you might make a typical lunch - say - a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or maybe grilled cheese. And, as far as the cake was concerned, you'd be looking in the cupboards for a red or blue box [Betty Crocker or Pillsbury], right? But, what if that is not the typical custom and tradition for a Saudi lunch. Then what do you make? I have no idea what the typical custom and tradition for a Saudi lunch is - rice and lamb? I do know that Saudi's tend to like their desserts, though. You should see the bakery's here - oh my gosh - yummies galore. [Which explains how it is that I've put on so much weight over the past few years!] And I can tell you that most of those desserts are not made from a red or blue box. Back to lunch... FM started chopping vegetables and WOTH had to instruct her to "wash her hands." So, then, part of Saudi traditions and customs is that you don't wash your hands before handling food? Perhaps that is just an American tradition and custom. [Do they still teach that in home economics? Do they even still teach home economics in American schools?] Note that FM says that she managed to "use up three-thirds of the vegetables in the chopping process." Apparently it really was her first time in a kitchen, ever, and her editor-in-chief let it slide that in the chopping process ALL of the vegetables were used up - not much left over for lunch, I guess.

WOTH "was ceaseless in her chidings whenever [FM] put something where it did not belong." I am guilty of this, as well. But, it takes some time for a complete and utter stranger to come into someone's house and figure out where everything goes. I've quit being so nit-picky about this though. It takes less effort for me to put something where it does belong than for me to constantly harp on Inom about it. Unless it is something like putting the waste-basket on the dining room table, or sweeping the kitchen while the Kids' tables are still there. Those types of things - I think we finally have it down, now, so that Inom knows better. But, if he puts my brown shoes in one of their containers and then puts that in the section where the blue shoes go - I can fix it in less time and with less hassle than ceaselessly chiding him. Instead, I realize that I should be grateful that he takes care of my shoes for me. FM says she put up with this in silence. How many foreign housemaids do you think are guilty of putting things where they don't belong? And, what choice do they have but to put up with someone constantly and ceaselessly chiding them but in silence?

This speaks volumes: WOTH says to FM, "If you come across anything that might be of embarrassment while I'm out of the house... winking in the direction of her husband, tell me straightaway and I'll reward you for it." Um-hmm. I think we all know how that works. A whole lot of trustworthiness on the part of WOTH insofar as her husband is concerned. Interesting. Very interesting. WOTH left and FM took some photographs [with the little camera she had hidden in her hair - remember, WOTH had already searched FM to make sure she didn't have a mobile camera phone]. Any other housemaid, from some foreign country, would likely not have the opportunity to take photographs, though. FM says, "With the mother out of the house, I felt her sons looking at me like some sort of prey, and they spoke to me and tried to get me to take off my veil, 'for my own comfort,' as they put it. One of them suggested we have dinner together, but I refused." You refused because you could. Do you think a foreign maid could refuse? Oh, sure, she could. But it would be entirely pointless. Later, when WOTH returned, she and FM chatted. [Wonder how often this kind of thing takes place. WOTH chatting with a foreign maid. After which they brush each others hair and discuss the season's latest nail color... Um-hmm.] WOTH told FM about some of her previous housemaids and said that some of them were "completely without morals," and went on to say that "she knew her husband had had relationships with most of them." And, this is the maid's fault, how?!? Does the husband get absolved of any and all responsibility in this kind of situation? Apparently, yes. He does. As the housemaids are the only ones who can be "without morals." Never the husband. WOTH says, "she would get her revenge by being cruel to them until they either fled or she kicked them out." Well. There you go. That solves that little problem, doesn't it!

FM's story gets better. WOTH left, again [leaving FM with a child and the 20-year-old daughter "who was always busy with nothing, forever talking on her mobile phone"], and the husband returned. How convenient. The husband tried to engage FM in conversation - FM says she was silent. I suspect most of the foreign housemaids in this same situation are silent, as well, but of course, I have no way of knowing that for a fact. Just a guess on my part. The husband asked FM her real name and blah, blah, blah but the gist of it is that he said "he could find [FM] someone to take care of [her] in exchange for certain services." What a guy! When FM inquired as to "what those services might entail" she was told "things like working as a masseuse." Yeah, right. Masseuse. What could that possibly be a "code" word for? The husband then asked FM to remove her veil so that he could see her, and FM refused "and ran off to the kitchen." Are we supposed to believe that foreign maids can so easily refuse? Sure, they probably can. But again, it would likely be entirely pointless.

FM goes on where her story until she realizes that her "recorder had run out of battery," whereon she left the house "and ran to Hayat [her photographer, co-worker] who had been waiting" for her. Sounds like FM made it all of a half a day, maybe just a bit longer, working as a housemaid. Not as easy as you thought it would be, is it, FM? As she was driving away, she wondered: "Should not the authorities carry out similar secret inspections to uncover and eradicate some of the behavior of families in their treatment of housemaids?" Gee. 'Ya think? How many articles have been published in both of the English newspapers, here, that report on the abuse that foreign housemaids suffer at the hands of their employers? How many have tried to escape - without the back-up of a co-worker/photographer in a waiting vehicle - and how many have tried to escape by other means - much more permanent and final?

FM says, "Without wishing in any way to detract from the value of the profession and those who pursue it, I find it difficult to see how Saudi women can be encouraged to take it up at this point in time without society at large being made aware of how to treat others..." How many articles and reports does it take, FM? And, do you feel that it is okay for foreigner's to be treated in a different way than Saudi women should be treated? I don't think that is what you are actually saying, because you were able to see, first-hand, what it is these foreign women - the housemaids- must deal with. But that you "find it difficult to see how Saudi women" could take up the profession seems to say just that - that it is okay for foreign women, but not for Saudi women.

Oh, by the way, we learn toward the end of the article that FM's name is Rozana. There are also details of other girl's experiences who have worked as housemaids. One says that she didn't get paid - big surprise! I mean, because, how often do we read about maids that do not get paid? Another says that many Saudi families make her "feel ashamed and humiliated."

A couple of scholars weigh in on the issue: Sheikh Abdul Mohsen Al-Obeikan says that "it is permissible for a Saudi woman to work as a housemaid." But, he says that "There must... be conditions and regulations in place, such as that the woman has no contact with the master of the house, that she does not spend the night, and that her working hours are fixed." So, then, as long as the woman is not a Saudi, those conditions and regulations do not apply. Does this mean that is is permissible for a foreigner to have contact with "the master of the house," and that it is permissible for a foreigner to "spend the night," and it is permissible that no "working hours are fixed" for a foreign housemaid? Another scholar, Sheikh Hassan Al-Shamrani says that Saudi women should only work as housemaids if they are "in desperate need of work and can find no other." He agrees with Sheikh Al-Obeikan as far as the "rules," but goes a step further and says that "most importantly she must not abandon her hijab and her modesty." [Good thing Princess Amira Al-Taweel will never have to worry about being a Saudi woman in a position of becoming a housemaid. It looks like she has given up both her abaya and her hijab, here
.]

Finally, a housewife weighs in on the matter. She says, "I'm against it. If you look at the problems that have occurred with foreign housemaids then the problem with Saudi ones will be twice as bad. I would never trust a Saudi girl, especially given that our husbands end up marrying them after letting themselves be won over and dominated by them." Once again - it is never, ever the fault of the husband - but only the housemaid - the foreigner. But, of course.

And, speaking of washing dishes...

How is this fair? For smuggling some drugs, brazenly taking them to a police station where a "friend" had been detained, two men are getting off pretty light. The article says, "Drug smuggling, including hashish, inside the Kingdom can carry the death penalty." Or not. Depending on who you are, or who you know, I guess. One of the two men - the one who provided the hashish - has been "ordered to wash the plates of fellow inmates after each meal for one hour everyday during his prison term." Oooh. Now that is harsh. He will not be able to leave The Sandbox for two years after his prison term [however long that is - it is not specified] ends. The other man, the one who put the hashish in the food, will be in prison for two years and receive 70 lashes "across different parts of his body," publicly, "on two separate periods after Friday prayer." That man will not be able to leave The Sandbox for two years after his sentence, either. Neither sentence is quite what we are used to reading about when there are drugs involved, and especially if there are drugs involved with someone who is of some other nationality.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Eating Things That Aren't Supposed To Be...

Eaten.

Blogger ate most of a lengthy post I did this morning. When I went to "preview" it - after I'd left the computer sitting for a while [like an hour or so] - it WAS gone! NOOO!! I just didn't have it in me to reconstruct it - parts of it are there. I'll do it tomorrow. The outdoors was calling me - and my book - so I spent several hours "working" today. DH had to work today, too. He got home around two o'clock. He wanted just a quick bite to eat - since he'd not had anything since breakfast. No problem. I'll make you a roast beef sandwich, or a veggie burger, or a... As we were discussing what he wanted, he saw the little lizard that is in the kitchen race across the counter, slide down the slippery sink and straight into the garbage disposal!! Thank goodness he saw him - or otherwise - I hate to think.

DH took the plastic edge thingy off the garbage disposal opening and tried to rescue the little lizard. We could both see the little guy [gal?] but DH couldn't catch him. I refuse to stick my hand in the garbage disposal. Ever. Now what do we do? We left the opening clean for the little lizard to make his way out. An hour later he was still there. I stuck a wooden spoon in the garbage disposal hole so the little lizard would have a "plank" to scoot up and out. That didn't work. An hour later - he was still there. How are we going to get him out of there? Call maintenance? Something. I am not grinding a little lizard to a horrible death in the garbage disposal. No way.

I'm whipping through drawers in the kitchen trying to find something suitable for the lizard to use to climb out. Ah ha! A nail file. It worked. Half an hour later, the little lizard was sitting in the sink. I used the drain cover to quickly cover the opening to the garbage disposal so he wouldn't go back in and DH grabbed the little lizard and took him outside and set him in one of my plants [a bushy palm tree looking one]. Phew. Little lizard was saved.

My blog post from this morning? Not saved. Truly though, I would much, much, much rather lose a blog post than the little lizard. We'll see how long he remains outside before he decides he likes the coolness of our air-conditioned house, better, and comes back inside. Aren't the little gecko's supposed to like the sun? The heat? What is wrong with the lizards around here that they want inside so badly? Look at the horrible things that can happen! You could end up in a garbage disposal for goodness sake. I am just so glad DH saw him fall down in there or otherwise... Not going to think about the "or otherwise."

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Real Life

Absolutely nothing exciting happening here in The Sandbox. Not that that is a bad thing... Probably a good thing, actually. We've been home for a week. Bags are all unpacked, laundry is [finally] all done, routine of "real life" has once again set in. The Kids are happy that we are home and we are back on a schedule. Regular play times, etc.

The other pictures, the ones from the "new" camera have finally been downloaded. I can see them on the computer and just cannot figure out how to get them to my blog. Even had DH look at my problem the day before yesterday and he can't figure it out, either. We had friends over last night. One of them is a computer guru. He said I could probably bribe him with some kind of dessert or something and he would come over one afternoon and take a look at the problem [I told him I found a recipe for Chocolate-Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches - doesn't that sound absolutely delicious!]. There has got to be a way. Honestly, it seems like it should be so easy - and there is just no way to get them to Blogger with the PMB program. When we are next in the States I will pick up additional cards for "my" camera so that when we go to Australia and New Zealand next year I will not have this problem.

The most exciting thing going on in this household is that we have another pet - well, kind of. Another lizard has moved inside. Too hot outside for the little guy [gal?], maybe? Foolish lizard. Apparently little Mr. Lizard has no idea that The Great Tan Lizard Hunter lives here. I've tried to catch it a couple of times. Seems to like the kitchen. I don't want to see him/her hurt - and but for the fact that my Kids tend to spill food out of their bowls occasionally, there is not going to be a whole lot for the lizard to eat, here. We just had indoor pest control come and I had the entire house sprayed after I killed the three Rust Beetles and had DH kill the gigantic, huge "cocka rocha." So, little Mr. Lizard is going to go hungry unless he learns to like food from The Honest Kitchen mixed with beef.

Locally...

The Saudi Post is doing what it can to try to "win over customers." [How about finding that pink shoe of mine that you kept, then, or giving me the books you confiscated. Perhaps not taking a blue magic marker to magazines, or ripping out the pages you deem inappropriate would be a good start.] Do I use the Saudi Post? Sure to send mail that is not important. Do I use the Saudi Post to send packages to the States? Are you kidding? Unless it is something small and replaceable, never. If I want to send something to the States - and it is rare - but there have been a couple of occasions - I'll use DHL. That the Saudi Post is having a hard time regaining credibility "due to poor services and bureaucracy" [can we call a spade a spade, here? what about theft?!!] is through no fault of anyone but those at the Saudi Post. The president of the Saudi Post says, "In the past five years, Saudi Post has much developed to prove to its customers that change has happened and that we want to please our customers around the Kingdom." Well, what about the years prior to that? The mail that never arrived - the mail that was taken because someone else thought they should have something that was supposed to be mine - and what about the mail that you decided was inappropriate for me to have? I am not yet willing to let bygones be bygones. I am holding a grudge. There is a very good reason that "private mailing companies have gained a reputation in the Kingdom and the confidence of the Saudi public" over the Saudi Post - one only has to have their own personal mail go missing just a few times before you decide that enough is enough. The one issue that was not even casually mentioned in the article. Sure you can blame it on having to hand-sort things, blame it on whatever you want. I find it unacceptable in this day and age of electronic x-ray equipment that someone has to open all of my packages and inspect their contents - the perfect opportunity for someone to take what does not belong to them - before they can be delivered to me. Can someone tell me what other country or countries open and inspect all packages?

More H1N1 virus [how many confirmed cases are we up to, now?] which has nothing - absolutely nothing - to do with pork. Perhaps with this sage advice we could get paper towels put back in ladies' rooms, even if we can't get toilet paper? H1N1 virus is not the only virus in The Sandbox. 1,274 new cases of HIV diagnosed last year. In a country with a population of what - some 25,000,000 people - only 1,274 new cases of HIV seems relatively insignificant.

Almost comical. A man and woman get married and go to Malaysia f
or their honeymoon. The wife goes to the bathroom at the airport where they are getting ready to return to The Sandbox and the man gets on the plane without his new wife and comes home. The wife is seeking a divorce. Supposedly the new wife "exited the airport facilities to find her husband gone, and stricken with worry that something untoward may have befallen him searched the terminal high and low in vain." An inconsiderate husband, for sure, that would not wait for her before boarding the plane. But a woman that has the common sense of a rock if she felt the need to search the "terminal high and low" and not check in at the boarding gate to see if perhaps her husband had already gotten on the plane. The husband should consider himself lucky that the wife is now asking for a divorce, and look for a woman that has an I.Q. of at least two digits to be his next wife.

A municipality official here has been "sentenced to prison and dismissed from his post for accepting a bribe of SR200,000." Agree wholeheartedly that corrupt officials should be punished with prison terms and immediate dismissal from their jobs. Good grief. Imagine what would happen to governments - both local and federal - in the States if everyone who ever accepted a bribe were punished. On the federal level, the House and Senate would be virtually empty! Perhaps some of those most guilty will be replaced in the 2010 election. Oh, please, make that happen!!! [Start with Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Barney Frank, Charlie Rangel, Jack Murtha and Maxine Waters.]

Like I said, not much going on in The Sandbox. Another hot and sunny day, here. I'm going to work today. I'll be floating in the pool, reading Vengeance.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Pelican's Do NOT Like Bread

Gosh. If I could get DH to get his priorities in order... The "new" camera still has yet to be downloaded on the computer. I will ask him to show me how to do it - all I need to do is watch him do it, and take notes, and then I can do it myself. None of this waiting and waiting and waiting. And, nagging and nagging and nagging. All I can surmise is that he truly likes to hear me nag no matter how shrill my voice may be. If it bothered him - obviously, it does not - then the photos would be on the computer by now. But, nooooo. Golf. He is playing golf today. In his defense he did have to work yesterday - but not until two o'clock in the afternoon. [Yes. Of course I asked him to do it - again yesterday!]

On our last day of going into ports, be
fore getting off the cruise ship in Instanbul, we were in Mykonos [Greece]. We went on the tour of Mykonos that morning - it was like a five hour tour - and it was wonderful! [More on that when the photos are finally - FINALLY - downloaded, provided I can learn how to get them to post here. Far too many interesting things to share not to get them on the blog. Perhaps I should practice with the Singapore pictures. I never got them on here because I cannot figure out how to get to the file. Don't ask. Just a very technically-challenged middle-aged blonde woman. That should explain the "why."] Anyway. After the five hour tour, we were left on our own to explore and meander - down maze-like, very, very narrow passage ways. The design of this maze was not by coincidence. It has to do with the strong winds that Mykonos gets and so this was how this little area of the island protected itself from them - by doing a maze of buildings and alley ways and walk ways. Interesting. You can get lost in minutes. Doesn't even take that long, actually. I'm sure you'd get used to it if you lived there, but for a stranger - a tourist - forget it. They should have passed out maps on the tour bus - they did not. No matter.

So, we're doing our walking an
d meandering - we did a lot of that - both - and we come upon this pelican. Everyone has their camera out and is snapping shots of him [her? how do you tell?]. Naturally, I was a part of that "everyone" crowd - but I had the "new" camera. There is a crowd around Mr. Pelican - and all of the sudden one of the shop owners yells out, "Be careful - sometimes he pecks." Okay. Thanks for the warning. That is all it took to get all of us tourists to clear a path for Mr. Pelican so he could continue on his journey - and he waddled away from us and walked into a shop like he owned the place.

DH and I continued our afternoon tour through the maze and about the time we decided that we had had enough for the day happened upon yet another cafe [surprise, right?!]. We're sitting - enjoying beverages - Mythos for DH and "votka" and soda for me - and guess who waddles up RIGHT NEXT TO ME? Mr. Pelican. We had food on our table - Tzatziki - and bread. [Really, I could not get enough of the Taztziki, it IS that good.] Mr. Pelican opens up his long billed, hooked-beak mouth as if to say, "I'd like some of whatever you're having." So I broke up a piece of bread and aimed for his mouth. Missed. Broke off another - and got much more brave - placed it in his open mouth and quickly pulled my fingers back before he could clamp that long beak back together. Have no idea how much force a beak like that has - and have no intentions of ever finding out. Oh - and if you've never seen the beak of a pelican up close - there is a severe hook at the end which looks like it could do some damage to skin if it wanted to. Again, I will never have the opportunity to find out. [The bottom of a pelican's beak isn't really a beak - but loose, fleshy, skin which expands and contracts - depending on the amount of food that he / she is trying to swallow - whole.]

So, Mr. Pelican sat with us for a time - probably a good fifteen minutes or so - and preened himself. I still have feathers in the burlap bag that I carried through Greece and Turkey, thanks to Mr. Pelican [memories]. A couple tables over from us was a large group of tourists and they were all eating either a very late lunch or a very early dinner - full plates of food were being brought out - many of them were fish. One of those sitting there dining said, "He probably wants fish, not bread." Then give him some of yours - I was there for the Tzatziki - not fish. Several people from that large table then came over next to us [Mr. Pelican didn't leave my side - awww - how sweet is that?] and tried to feed Mr. Pelican some of their fish. Mr. Pelican wanted nothing to do with it.

Finally Mr. Pelican decided he was fed up with the whole lot of us and he went around me, down to the front of the entrance of this outdoor cafe and waddled up the entire aisle separating the two sides of tables and str
aight into the kitchen. He, obviously, has been doing this for sometime and was no stranger to the kitchen. A short time afterward, one of the cooks came out holding a whole, raw [gutted] fish in his hand - holding it up and out at arm's length. Mr. Pelican was practically running after him. The cook went over to the open area - right next to us - but where everyone could see and held the fish up - and waited. He was waiting for everyone to get their camera's out so that we could get pictures of the pelican getting his early dinner. It was quite comical - watching this huge pelican race after the cook to get his fish. And, of course, I didn't snap the picture quite as fast as I should have - to get the fish being dropped - but Mr. Pelican got what he was looking for. We all clapped, the cook took a little bow and went back to the kitchen:

Mr. Pelican came back over and plopped down next to our table as if he knew there was an animal lover in the crowd and that he would be safe, sunning himself next to me, regardless of the fact that we had nothing for him - by that time the Tzatziki was gone - and since we already knew he wasn't going to eat bread...

In The Sandbox, Yesterday and Today

A couple has been sentenced to jail and lashings for abducting a newborn baby from a hospital. Pretty stiff sentence for the man - not so stiff for the woman - and it looks as though she was the one that did the actual kidnapping. Go figure. That's the way things are done, here. When I got my second speeding ticket on our compound, DH was the one who got in trouble for it [let me tell you he was NOT all to pleased with me, either!]. The man, who is not identified by either name or nationality, has been sentenced to 15 years in jail and 13,000 lashes. That is 5475 days in jail - 15 years times 365 days a year - and 2.37 lashes per day. Severe. The woman, on the other hand, who did the actual taking of the child from the hospital has only been sentenced to three years in jail and 1500 lashes - works out to be about 1.37 lashes per day. I guess, in a society where men are held to be responsible for the women, that this is just one of the consequences.

In a case still before the courts, a man has been charged by the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice, for being in the company of two teenage girls and a young boy - that he was not related to. Sounds to me, from the report, like a story of a good Samaritan trying to help some homeless children and now, the man is in trouble for it and may spend a month in prison. The man was a former neighbor of the two girls and one boy and he took them "into his home while attempting to find them suitable care through official channels" after their uncle abandoned them - their father is in jail and their mother has since remarried [and wants nothing to do with her own children?!?]. The charge is "khilwa," which is the "illegal seclusion with non-related members of the opposite sex." [Also spelled "khulwa?"] Moral of the story? Don't help anyone not related to you. Hopefully the court will see the good in the man and not punish him for trying to help.

Do teachers' unions protect teacher's from violence? I know that in the States the teachers' unions protect teachers from being fired and from actually teaching... Perhaps a teachers' union is needed in The Sandbox [sarcasm, off]. An awful lot of violence against teachers. Reading the article you'd think you were reading about something taking place in Chicago or Baltimore.

This is just mind-boggling. Mind. Boggling. A court has sentenced a "runaway divorced woman to four years in prison after finding her guilty of adultery." Here is just one of the reasons why I say that it is mind boggling: What about the man involved? How come he has not been punished, too? The woman "gave birth to an illegitimate child." Okay. But it takes two to tango. Where is the father of the woman's illegitimate child, and how is it that he is not being forced to accept some responsibility? Interesting that the woman could have received the death penalty for her - ahh - indiscretion - but because of "special circumstances" [which were, what, exactly? the article doesn't clearly state what the "special circumstances" were] she was granted some leniency, regardless of the fact that "the prosecutor demanded capital punishment as the woman in question had been married." Oh - and if she had NOT been married, she would have received 100 lashes as well." Guess she should consider herself lucky, then, with her four-year prison term.

An article about illegitimate children and shame, here. Although it gives an outsider a glimpse into a certain mindset that is part of this society, I just don't have the time, or the desire, to comment on it paragraph by paragraph, today.

An innocent three-month-old baby boy was drowned by his own mother. Thank goodness the father showed some common sense and notified the police. The mother of the baby claimed "that their little boy had gone missing." Sure. Because we all know that a three-month-old baby can either just get up out of his crib and walk away, or ride his bike, right? The baby was found "floating dead" in a pond and the mother has been arrested and sent to a "mental hospital." A case of postpartum depression, maybe?

What's the count? No idea. Will figure out what it is another day... But here is another one. The man, a Saudi national, was executed beheaded for killing his wife.

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