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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.”

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Abeya "Prison"

This has been in the news... I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to it. I wear my abeya when I leave our compound to do occasional grocery shopping - which is about the ONLY shopping I do here [I had to wear it a week or two ago when I went downtown to try to get paint samples]. I don't consider it a "prison," but I certainly do not have a high regard for it, either, and refer to it as "the black garbage bag." It is a ridiculous article of clothing which women here are forced to wear due to constraints imposed upon them by a society of control seeking men whose lustful ogling demonstrably attests to their complete and utter lack of any self-restraint whatsoever.

Yesterday afternoon DH's friend Lee came over. He, along with three other buddies, had been to the "family" pool on our compound [we have a men only pool, a women only pool and a family pool where both men and women can go]. Lee said that there was a young Western girl there, sunbathing in her little Billabong bikini - which, by the way, is supposedly NOT allowed at the family pool - only at the women's pool, when a "local" middle-aged man came out of the men's changing room and couldn't keep his "lustful ogling" eyes to himself as he was walking and he wound up heels over head when his shins collided with a stationary bench. Lee said it was all he and his companions could do to keep from laughing hysterically at the spectacle the man created for himself - and the guy wasn't injured - just some minor scrapes from his bodily contact with the cement. Bet his pride was lowered a notch or two, and if it wasn't, it should have been. The moral, of course, is that he should have been keeping his eyes to himself and didn't; the sight of a young girl NOT draped in a hideous black garbage bag was just too much for him...

4 Comments:

Blogger jeddahfood said...

Nice blog, just stumbled across it, keep up the good work!

7/18/2008 04:17:00 PM  
Blogger Sabra said...

Why thank you, Jeddahfood. And, please visit again!

7/18/2008 04:52:00 PM  
Anonymous Dan O'Connell said...

Interesting blog!

It seems like u don't like the place at all. I hope u don't me asking, if u hate the place so much... y r u still there?

7/19/2008 12:28:00 AM  
Blogger Sabra said...

I have never said I hate this place, Dan. Hate is such a strong word. And I am still here because DH's job is here, and the way things look in the States it is highly unlikely he'd find a job there, right now. I can likely make it the full ten years - barring unforeseen circumstances - after that, if DH wants to continue to work here he is going to have to commute from the States.

7/19/2008 03:43:00 AM  

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