Sunday, March 13, 2011

Copy / Paste

If you, like me, grew up elsewhere it will drive you insane when you see how some ("some' not all!) of the people here want to be rewarded for just being nationals.  They want certificates without getting an education, and they will take any shortcuts to get what they want. They cheat in exams and pay teachers to give them better grades.  They use hidden bluetooth headsets to listen to the answers from their partners in crime hiding in the corridor outside the exam rooms. All their assignments and thesis are copy /pasted from the internet.  Copy/paste is their best friend in this whole world.

A colleague came to me last week for help.  Her sister is in university and she had to do a  paper entiltled  "Factors that Affect Consumer Taste in Different Parts of the World".  (btw, we did this in 'A' Level Economics). She was very upset because they were told by their professor that he wanted them to do their own research and express it in their own words.  "Haram!" she said "How could he expect them to do that?  Maskinah my sister, she's crying, she can't do it, he is so mean, so cruel!  Please help her!" 

So her sister copy/pasted someone else's work from the internet and sent it to me to condense it into 1500 words and diguise it to look like it was originally done by her.  I did it because I am too kind, I should have just said NO, let her use her brains and write her own paper. Let her EARN her degree/diploma or whatever it was.  But I was sure she would not understand. She would think I am jealous of the fact that she's a national, sailing her way through university without doing any actual work or learning. She probably thinks that all of us want certificates without the education to back it up. After all these years, I know these characters well, so to avoid drama, I just rewrote it to make it look like "her own" and sent it back to her. It took me all of 25 minutes.  I wonder what grade I got?  I hope it was an "A"! 
I can see her a few years from now, clueless, crying again at the unfairness of it all, because they did not promote her after 3 months of mediocrity in her chosen field.

That's the UAE, baby!

Btw, I am so thankful to Allah for allowing my parents to provide me the education that they did. 

Thursday, March 3, 2011

There Are Still Some Men

Just the other day, I was waiting in the car for my son to come out of the shop.  (I can do that now that he's old enough. Alhamdulillah)


Anyway, as I was sitting there I glanced across at the little play area they have outside the Co-op.  They have those noisy, nursery rhyme playing, mechanical rocking horses that toddlers can't seem to get enough of.  I saw a man leaning against the wall carrying a little baby.  He was totally absorbed! He had eyes only for the baby and my heart was suddenly flooded with emotion as he kissed the baby so very tenderly that his eyes closed, and then opening his eyes, he smiled at the baby with so much love. My eyes filled with tears.


Thank you Allah (Subhaanahu wa Ta'ala) for reminding me that there are still some men who know how to love their children.