I’m a woman. living in Saudi. ’nuff said.
I’m tired of not being able to get behind the wheel I’m tired of being hostage to someone with a lower IQ than I and I’m tired of worrying about my car and my life being held in the hands of someone who was probably exposed to cars for the first time in his life sometime last week.
So I decided to start this blog to document my feelings and thoughts on this issue. The day-to-day retarded situations that force you to laugh because otherwise you’d cry. There is a saying in Arabic that says “shar al baleyya ma yud7ek” ( شر البلية ما يضحك). Loosely translated it means: “The worst of Afflictions is that which makes you laugh”
If you are a woman living (or have lived) in Saudi, I’d love to hear Some of your stories too! Whenever I get together with other girls and this topic comes up (which it invariably does) i hear the craziest, most ridiculous, funniest stories. I want you all to share them here, or e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll be happy to publish it for you. Don’t worry about your writing, if you really want me to I can polish it up and make some basic edits. Even publish it anonymously, whatever you want!
I’m hoping that swapping stories will unite us in a way that only shared misery does. Like the saying goes: Misery loves company.
So does a party 😀