Friday, December 31, 2010

Portrait of a Strong Woman - A Marriage Breaks Down

Alif Lam M’im. ¤Do the people think that they will be left alone on saying “We believe,”
and that they will not be tested? ¤
We did test those who have gone before them.
Allah has to see who are the truthful and who are the liars.

[Ankaboot, 29:1-3]
 … Those who endure with patience will be rewarded without measure.”
(Innama yuwaffa al-ssabiroona ajrahum bighayri hisabin)

[az-Zumar - 39:10]



A man marries for the first time.  They are deeply in love. Everyone tells them how perfect they are for each other. She has a lovely little girl from a previous marriage and the new couple are soon blessed with a bouncing baby boy. The family is well on it's way to becoming complete. Everything is fine until he decides he is bored and he starts hanging with 'as-shabaab' (friends). That is no excuse but alcohol and women soon follow.  Now he spends more time outside drinking with various women, than he does at home.


His wife hates this, of course, and does her best to get him to stop committing adultery and to come home to his family. 
She doesn't want a broken home.  Instead, she gets insults and beatings for her efforts. She cannot do anything, but pray and wait. She keeps good relations with his family, she thinks they love her because they can see her patience. The truth is they are embarrassed by their son's behaviour so they pretend they can't see. They even try to  blame the wife.  Maybe she doesn't please him?


He wants to do what he wants to do so he marries the other woman so that the accusation of adultery is nullified. He keeps it secret, but everyone knows.  He doesn't care, at least now when he is away from home, they can see that he is with his second "wife". 
Life at home deteriorates alarmingly. All the money is spent entertaining his second wife and her friends, parties, hotel rooms.  No.1 at home has to borrow to put food in her children's mouths.  Husband doesn't care, he is in love, he is busy, his life is exciting. 


After a couple of years of this, he's sent abroad for study.  His mind clears and he realises what he's doing.  He's destroying his family.  When he returns from his course, he has stopped drinking. He tries to make his two marriages work, but really he's leaning towards the first wife.  Without the drinking, he has nothing in common with second one. No.1 has the values that he likes to see in a wife. 


The second wife senses that she is soon to be dumped and she feigns an interest in Islam and becomes an abaya and hijab wearer.  It doesn't work, the man has made a decision, but not before putting his first wife through hell.  He divorces No.2 and continues life the same as it never was with wife No.1 and kids. But she is damaged.  She serves him, and takes care of her home better than ever, but she is broken and insecure. Nothing pleases him, he is so easily bored.  That is how they bring them up over here.

A couple of years later, he's at it again.  Drinking with a different woman every night.  Next thing you know, he marries another one of them.  He spends every weekend with the new No. 2 wife.  Wife No.1 is for weekdays, cooking and cleaning, washing his clothes in preparation for his weekends with No.2.  That's when his real party life begins. 


No.1 would have left by now, but she has nowhere to go.  If she initiates divorce she'll have to pay rent for herself and her two kids, she is not a local, she has no claims, no rights, no income, but she has her education.  He tells her "If you don't like it, you know where the door is, noone's stopping you."

Again, his second marriage disintegrates, how can you base a marriage on someone else's pain?  He returns to his first wife one weekend at 3 am.  "You win", he says.  "What did I win? The booby prize?" she thinks to herself. But she exercises patience.  She is very, very strong. But silently so. Allah knows what she is suffering and only Allah can help her.


The husband does not stop drinking or going out every night.  His finances are not good so he tries to bring alcohol into the house. He cannot afford to pay for hotel alcohol.  His wife is firm.  "No!".  She doesn't want her kids to be exposed to this seediness. He doesn't care about them.  He never wanted any children anyway. He fights her, insults her like a spoilt child. He doesn't have enough money to pay for his hotel trysts, so he steals his wife's only piece of gold and sells it to pay for a hotel room to sleep with a prostitute. His wife and he are no longer sharing a bed.  She's afraid he might give her a disease. She's sleeping in her children's room on the thinnest of mattresses, he never spends on the home, everything needs repair. He tries to sneak in a prostitute into his room, No.1 catches him and he smashes the door against her face, the blood pours down.  The prostitute runs down the stairs, clutching her clothes.


The kids are terrified. There have been too many nights like this. They are crying as they hold on to each other. No.1 calls the police at 3 am. She has to go to the hospital before she can make a police report.  They cannot drive her there, she has to find her own way there and back, at 3 am. The police tell her she can take him to court and ask for a divorce on grounds of abuse.  "Then what would happen to me, and my babies?" she asks.  "You will have to find your own house, he is not obligated to provide you with a house, you are not a local, you are not the governments burden".  She doesn't want to file a criminal case against her son's father. 


She goes home, silent.  The best she can do is get him to sign a promise that he would not beat her again.  He has signed that worthless piece of paper four different times, it does not deter him.  Every night she prays, "Oh Allah! If this man is good for me, my deen and my children, please help him change and keep him with us.  If he is not for us yaa Allah please, remove him from us in a peaceful manner".


He starts spending less and less time at home.  He has found another woman who likes to do what he likes to do.  They are in "luurve".  He does not hide it.  He displays their love letters and cards on the bedside table. He wants to hurt his first wife.  Why? The new mistress calls him while he is watching TV at home.  He calls her "baby" and "honey" in front of his child. He can't wait to be with her.  He starts spending nights with her. She has children from a previous marriage. He only sleeps at his first home when he's had a fight with the new love.  But he pretends he's living with "a friend".  Why when No.1 has already seen the love letters and messages?  Only he can explain the logic behind his actions.  As soon as they make up by telephone, off he goes.  


Soon he doesn't come to his home any more except to wash his clothes.  No.1 thinks "Doesn't she do laundry?" No. 1 went on strike a long time ago. She refuses to wash or cook for him.  He can go to hell. She is not his slave, never was.  He doesn't care about his child. He moves out gradually, all the doors in the house are broken, he did that during his late night drunken fests. The furniture is beat up, the kids clothes are worn out.  No. 1 is a dignified woman, she comes from royalty back home. She has been taught to never ask for anything, to rely on herself. Her parents have educated her. Now she has to work to make ends meet, to improve her children's lives. But how to start? She hasn't worked in so long. 


Her husband marries for the third time since he married her.  It seems he hates women but he can't stop marrying.  He thinks it's a secret, but everyone knows.  Sometimes when he is in a benevolent mood, he lets No.1 use the car on weekends to run errands, grocery shopping etc.  He asks her to drop him at his "friend's house" and take the car.  She sees a red haired little boy swinging on the gate of his "friend's house".  "That's her kid, poor thing!", she thinks.  He marries the divorcee, she has four children with her local ex. "She needs a man. She cannot be alone," he justifies later, not remembering that he's leaving No.1 alone, and has been doing so throughout their marriage.


No.1 is hurting, how much rejection can one woman take?  But she remembers her prayer to Allah: "Oh Allah! If this man is good for me, my deen and my children, please help him change and keep him with us.  If he is not for us yaa Allah please, remove him from us in a peaceful manner".  


Slowly No.1 starts to recover her self esteem.  She manages to convince him to renew her visa.  Alhamdulillah, she starts working.  She's earning peanuts but she refurbishes the entire house. New everything.  Now nothing reminds her of those miserable days when he was there.  His work still pays for the house rent yet he gives her barely enough money for food. He doesn't give her money to buy clothes or shoes, books or school bags, and all the other stuff that people need.   He has made up his mind, that's the maximum he will do for her and his child.  A roof over their heads and food.  Just like animals.  But even animals need petting.  


She has the patience of Ayoub (Job).  She is alone, but she has so many friends and family who love her and care for her (including me, much respect, dear friend. You are amazing!).  He has a wife and all those stepchildren, his family and so many people around him, yet he is alone.  Alone, alone, alone.  Nothing around him is real.  He has lost the only real thing he ever had in his life. He does not divorce No.1, neither is he a husband to her.  That's where it is now.
What happens next?  I don't know, but good things come to those who wait.


Watch this space...


Sorry this is so long but there's no other way to tell this story.

Happy New Year!!!!!




Burj Khalifa are going to have a repeat performance of  last years fireworks, only bigger and better and more fabulous.  If you want to have a good view then make sure you are at the Burj Park tonight by 11.00 pm, not one second later, because the area will cordoned off at 11.00pm.  Have fun! 

Update:  Dubai, you know I love you from the bottom of the shopping part of my heart, but London's New Year's Eve Fireworks Display was da bomb! London's blew yours right out of the water.  Please don't get mad at me Dubai, and revoke my shopping rights, I love you baby, but your display, although very beautiful,  was so dignified and ballet like, and dare I say this , a tad boring and sombre.  London's was all hip hop and Rock and Roll, it was fun and exciting to watch. Check out BBC's coverage of the fireworks on youtube. Video added below.

Forever a Foreigner.

Rant..


Women here have little control over their own lives.  For example, I need written permission from my husband to work or buy a car,  even if you are buying it with your own hard earned money.  Every time I renew my driver's license, I need his written permission.  This is for those like me who are on their UAE husband's sponsorship.  I don't know if UAE National women go through the same.


I have been on his visa for the past 15 years.  He has applied for my nationality twice already, and twice they lost the file.  Now he has to apply again, and, understandably,  he's reluctant, he thinks "What's the use? They're going to lose it again".  But my life is here now, my kids are growing up and getting an education here, I want to belong and contribute to this country. Am I going to live on a visa for the rest of my life?  I love UAE, but I wish these things were easier.  It's not easy to bring up my UAE child as a foreigner. 

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Souq Dot Com

My favourite online place to shop is UAE's very own www.souq.com. You can find everything under the sun on souq.com. It's our ebay and Amazon. com all rolled into one. I love souq.com because:


You can find great stuff, sometimes cheaper than in the market.


I have a purple star next to my name on souq.com for the twenty something transactions I've done there and purple is my daughter's favorite colour.
  
I have 100% positive feedback on souq.com. Yay!


I bought my vintage kashmiri carved sofa from souq.com. ( photo below)


I've bought and sold several pre-loved designer bags on souq.com.


I bought my beloved, soon to be retired HTC Magic smartphone (going for Blackberry now) for a bargain price on souq.com.


People ask silly questions on souq.com.  "Can I be use it to be suffering the internet?" was one of the questions asked about a cellphone. 


Whaaa...? I'm sure Chandler Bing from friends would have a blast answering that one.


Kashmiri Chair

Oh!  I forgot! One more reason I love souq.com is because there's this guy there who bought my very old worn out shoes.  Hmm?  I wonder what a grown man would want with my old, beat up high heels?? *puzzled look.(not!)

Abaya + Exercise = No Stares?!?




Asalaam alaykum folks!  


The weather is fantastic right now in Abu Dhabi and my kids tell me that I have put off outdoor exercising for most of the year, and now there's no excuse. So on with our trainers and off to the Corniche we will go (maybe tonight if I feel up to it..or after the New Year..).


Now, I've been walking along the Corniche on and off for ages now, so I've seen it change and move further and further outwards as they reclaim the sea.  It's beautiful really! Greenery, beaches, a bicycle/rollerblading track and a nice stretch to walk or jog on, with the sea on one side and the Abu Dhabi skyline on the other.  Abu Dhabi Corniche is a really happening place, boating, jetskis, concerts, WOMAD, Ya Sallam (Formula One), if it's in Abu Dhabi, chances are it's on the Corniche!


A very nice place to get fresh air and exercise except for one thing....the gawkers!!  Oui mes amis! They sit around on the benches so thoughtfully provided by the Baladiyah, and wait for any woman (or man, or just anything at all) to pass by so that they can stare and feast their beady little eyes on OPP (other peoples' property). I've even seen some do worse but I don't want to scare you.  


I am an abaya wearer, alhamdulillah, but I still feel their eyes on me as I walk past them trying to control the jelly action as much as I can.  I try to ignore them because confrontation is of no use, trust me, I have tried. So I just move on fuming on the inside at their utterly disgusting looks. I'm fully covered,  so all you who wonder if it's the way you dress, wonder no more, it is just the disease in those peoples hearts that makes them stare at someone's sister, mother, daughter or wife in such a lecherous manner.  


How can you remove that sickness from someone's heart? You can't, just stay safe.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Abu Dhabi is Scraping the Skies!






Yes! Scraping the skies and not taking us with it, leaving us down here with "parking rage", the cousin of 'road rage".  We are well on our way to becoming another Dubai. Tall buildings sprouting up like mushrooms, all the way from Lulu Island to Al Raha.  Who's going to occupy them? Your guess is as good as mine.  All I know is the city is growing upwards, albeit at a slower rate now due to the recession, but growing nonetheless.  

What does this mean for us residents?  It should mean cheaper rents, more (or at least better) services and job opportunities. Maybe that'll come later, but for now this growth has translated for most of us into traffic jams, and lack of parking space, and the bane of Abu Dhabi city residentsMAWAQIF!!!  Oh! MAWAQIF. For those who don't already know, Mawaqif is the city's new parking "system", designed to decrease congestion in the city centre. What they did was paint the kerbs turquoise and black, and set up parking meters in the city centre. So we now have to pay for parking at 2 to 3 dirhams per hour, or 15 dirhams a day.


What if you live in the city centre? 

Then you'll have to buy a space outside your house at 800 dirhams/year for the first car and 1200 dirhams/year for a second car if you have one.  Maximum 2 cars per household.  Do you hear someone laughing? I thought so, and is the laughter coming from the direction of the bank?  Heh heh!
Go to  www.mawaqif.ae for more.


Has it eased congestion?  Meh! not for me, not by much, mainly because no new parking spaces have been created so far,we're vying for the same old existing ones. So it's the same as it never was, I guess. I'm so glad I'm on local vacay so at least I won't have to worry about the 15 dirhams I pay daily to park at work. Thankfully, I live out of the city centre in a purely residential area, so I don't see Mawaqif coming here ever. 


The weather is super fine, we gots to fire up the BBQ this weekend, Inshallah.