Raped for Life in Morocco…
Imagine this happening to you: One afternoon, as you are returning from work, a man stops you at gun- (or knife-) point. He grabs you and pulls you to a dark alley where he tears your clothes and brutally rapes you. Your pain is intense, but the humiliation is worse. Your mind is numb with rage, disbelief, and pain. You fought, but he was...
Saudi Ladies working it!
I was recently in Jeddah to pick-up my national ID card. Of course, the ‘system’ was acting up and what should have been a 10 minute errand took all of 4 hours. Being coffee-holic, my first reaction when I was told to wait was to grab a Latte. So there I was, heading towards a coffee place when I noticed two Saudi ladies walking out of...
ninja ladies driving on saudi streets
Manal Al-Sharif tried to stir the debate on women's driving in Saudi Arabia and she succeeded. For the past 8 weeks or so, everyone is talking about it from Hilary Clinton to bloggers across the gobe, but will she succeed in actually changing the status quo?
ridiculous fatwas
Some of the truly ridiculous and bizarre Islamic fatwas that have come up over the last 10 years. From legalized prostitution to banning women from bras...
about
Born and raised in Saudi Arabia, I managed to escape after high school but returned to the Arab Peninsula more than 10 years later —what can say… I’m a junkie! I am a 42-years old “mental” non-conformist. In other words, I appear quite normal until you discover my mind; it is only then that you realize just how weird I am. Thankfully, very few people manage to penetrate the labyrinth in my head —sometimes, I myself get lost in it.
However, despite claims to the contrary from friends and family, I think of myself as a perfectly normal person living in a weird environment. After all, it’s all relative, isn’t it? (Bless you Einstein)
I started this blog because I wanted to write about being a woman in one of the toughest regions in the world for women. I also wanted to write about all the things I think, feel, and do which I cannot share with most people around me simply because it’s “not done” or “it’s a sin” and at the extreme end “this could get me killed.” I have no idea where my thoughts will go… so bear with me please… I am, after all, a free spirit.
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