tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37731379462752578562024-03-19T03:31:42.936+00:00Life After DubaiI am a 42 year old British Muslim who converted to Islam while living in the UAE way back in 1999.
I lived in Dubai/Abu Dhabi/Ajman for 13 wonderful years and was only forced to leave in 2004 when my short marraige to a Morrocan ended, so I could make sure my daughter was with me always.
My blog is to re awaken all my wonderful memoirs of my life in UAE (not a typical expat life at all) and to talk about my life now, back in the UK coping with being a muslim mama.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-92224569824308440562012-11-01T09:30:00.001+00:002012-11-01T09:32:17.343+00:00Well Hello There EveryoneIt has been pretty hectic in my life the past few months so not had time to update my blog.<br />
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My daughter continues to have issues and her gender identity disorder is getting worse as she gets older. Sad thing is she is also going through early puberty so has started to get boobs which is traumatising her (she is almost 9 years old).<br />
Tommorow her Doctor from London is coming down to our home as we feel she may open up more as to why she feels she should have been born a boy if she is in her own territory so to speak.<br />
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I get DLA (Disability Living Allowance) now for her, which has made up for the loss of income by having to cut my working hours to part time and again to term time working only to cope with the many complex issues she has. She got DLA first go, which was brilliant as normally you have to really fight for it and she was awarded high rate care, which was great as she does have a lot of needs.<br />
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I am kind of living in limbo at the moment. I am waiting for my islamic divorce but my soon to be ex husband has just returned from 3 months in Dubai and Singapore and continues to stay in my home until he feels ready to move out, which I think is unfair. Since we married in 2009 I have financially supported myself, this home and my child 100% so really there is no point being married. Infact he has told me he is waiting to hear about a job in Dubai and if that does not come through he will move out by begining of December. However he is giving me zero in the way of financial support while he is here and all he does is sit in the home on his laptop, probably doing what he has been doing for the past 3 years which is advertising himself on all the muslim/russian etc matrimonial websites.<br />
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Long story about our marraige and one I wont go into until I am finally divorced, by my life right now is utter misery and I just want to be alone in my home with my child and to get my life back on track without feeling so stressed. Infact I have been having a lot of heart palpitations recently which I am sure is stress and I have gained a huge amount of weight as food has always been my drug of choice when misrable.<br />
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I am just about to go out with my daughter and her friend Bradley who had a sleep over here last night. I am going to take them to see Madagascar 3, then to Mcdonalds and then drop her friend home. It was mayhem here last night and I now realise I am lucky just to have one child as my patience levels are virtually zero LOL.<br />
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I am busy preparing Imanes 9th Birthday party. I have booked the local hall, DJ kids entertainment company, a woman is going to prepare all the food because I would rather pay someone to do it than struggle over making hundreds of sandwiches and all that Jazz. Its costing an absolute fortune but it will be worth it to see my daughter happy.<br />
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Thats all for now<br />
<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-76078440869120206572012-05-14T20:23:00.002+01:002012-05-14T20:39:37.685+01:00Lucky EscapeI was so lucky 2 weeks ago Alhamdulillah.<br />
It was wednesday 2nd May 2012 and I had just finished my morning duty and was on my way to get some lunch and had the snack list for the office with me (we take it in turns).<br />
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My office is outside a very busy and at times dangerous road. Quite a few people have been killed on the crossing, so we are always careful. The crossing has two parts both with the red/green man to let you know to cross safely or not.<br />
I got over the first part and then reached the second part and as I reached it, the road that side was empty except for one car waiting at the traffic lights. As the green man was about to start flashing I waited a few seconds, saw the car was still waiting and started to cross (as soon as you put your foot on the crossing when the green man is either static or flashing, the pedestrian has the right of way). As I reached almost to the pavement the car suddenly shot out. <br />
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I turned and knew he was going to hit me and my first thought was my daughter who was at school. Everything happened in slow motion, the car hit me and I got thrown almost 6ft up the road. I remember laying in the road on my side and the driver was standing over me in total shock, I also remember a woman on her bike trying to cycle around my sprawled out body as she shot me a dirty look to say "Get the hell out of my way".<br />
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I managed to sit up and put out my hand and asked the driver to help me up. I must of been in shock as he told me he was calling an ambulance and I started scrabbling around in the road trying to pick up my shoe, bag, phone etc and then I told him "No dont do that I am ok I need to go shopping", I then began shaking and crying as it hit me how lucky I was. For some reason I told the driver to get me in his car and drive me round the corner which he did.<br />
The young driver could not stop apologising, he was in more shock than me. He had been on his way to university which is near my office and just saw the lights change and pulled away and he said he never saw me at all on the crossing.<br />
Then the pain began to hit and we called my office and two of my collegues came running round to see what happened.<br />
Despite my objections and despite the fact my chest and arm were really hurting I still refused an ambulance being called (I dont like drama) and did not want the police called as I felt so sorry for this young man (crazy I know) my collegue then went back to the office to get his car and came back and drove me to the A&E<br />
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I think the woman on reception must of thought I was a nutter, as I stood there with my handbag and said "I have just been hit by a car and thrown up the road". She looked at me as if to say "Really are you sure" lol. I assured her I really had and I also had no idea how I was able to walk into A&E unaided.<br />
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I was seen my the doctor and had a couple of x-rays and I had no broken bones Alhamdulillah. I ended up with 2 broken toenails, 1 ripped shoe, all over body bruising, one badly bruised and grazed leg and some tenderness in my chest area. I was so lucky Alhamdulillah. The doctor said it was probably because the car was not going too fast and the fact I do carry some extra pounds.<br />
I had 2 days off work and then went back last monday. <br />
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I have let the driver know I was ok and although it may have been silly not to call the police, I still feel I did the right thing (my collegue did get his details incase I had suffered serious injury) as he was about to sit his final exams at the end of his 3 year degree, he was on the way to Uni to study and just made a mistake by putting his foot down before looking in front of him. Hopefully it shocked him enough to always check first before hitting the gas.<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-70174255169063097882012-05-14T18:25:00.006+01:002012-05-14T18:42:14.108+01:00Again in reply to anonTo clarify a number of judgemental issues raised in a second comment regarding my hooker post from the same person who likes to be anon who I left a post for in answer to her first comment. I was always taught to defend myself, infact answering these comments actually lets people who read my blog know a little more about me. I always have been an open person and as I said before I have nothing to ever be ashamed about. But I need to answer the comment because it insults the memory of O and everything he stood for and that upsets me.<br />
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I did not come to UAE way back in early1990 to grab a rich man. Infact I first met O 3 years prior to coming out to the UAE when I was working and I continued to work and finance myself until I came out to UAE 3 years later. O was based in the UK during that time and he knew how much I was facinated with the arab culture and had been since a small child.<br />
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When he left early 1990's he asked me to come with him to see if I liked living in a Middle Eastern country so I did and that is how my life began in UAE. You may presume our relationship was a dirty little affair and I am no better than a hooker, but in our culture boyfriend/girlfriend scenario can not be compared to what Hookers do. Most foreign wives married to Emirati's started out their relationship as boyfriend/girlfriend, so are you saying anyone who married after having a relationship first is the same as a hooker? In my culture this is an insult to compare the two.<br />
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And as I said before not every relationship/friendship involves sex. There are many ways to love and support someone even when your not married.<br />
O was a very sick man, many times in the UK I had to rush to the hospital because he was seriously ill and sit by his bedside until one of his family could come over. This continued in UAE, for the first 4 years he was rushed to hospital at least once every 3 or 4 months, so if you would like to presume my relationship was full of lust/sex, then think again. One of his issues was a form of epilepsy and I knew when he was about to have a seizure, infact he had quite a few while I was driving him somewhere and it was horrible but I knew what to do to help him until we got to a hospital and thats one of the reasons outside of the home and work he liked me near him. I could tell he was going to have one at least 5 minutes before it started because his face would change.<br />
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In regards to the businesses, he already had a business (he had it for years) that was going down the drain because of terrible staff management so he asked me to take over it. I moved its location, changed the staff added the beauty part to it, painted the whole damn centre myself (yes up ladders with paint and a roller, it took me 12 hours a day for a week), I drilled the holes for the blinds and curtains, fixed the mirrors and shelving on the walls myself (to save paying someone to do it). Negotiated payment plans with the equipment companies and I did that all myself. I ran the business and worked in it every day, the profit paid off the equipment in 6 months so I guess you could say I also financed this business because A) I saved him a ton of money doing all the work myself and B) I worked in the business, was good at what I did and I earned the money to pay everything for the business incuding my staffs salary.<br />
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The restaurant he bought himself, it was not something I was interested in and neither did I want but he made me a partner and I had to run it after the beauty centre was closed in the eveing and often at weekends too, I also managed everything about the staff, ordered the stock, did the accounts and PR, even drove the staff too and from work, so in reality it was me that did everything and me that made the money to pay the bills. It was not an easy ride let me tell you, I worked damn hard. When we sold the businesses I did not take one single penny from the sale and those that know me in UAE can vouch for that fact despite having worked hard for a number of years<br />
My graphic design business was 100% mine, financed by me (very small finance was needed, just a computer to be honest, yet I made excellant money).<br />
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So if you like to presume I was out for all I could get then thats your choice. If I was that type of woman then I would have sat back on my backside ordering staff about and going shopping on the profits rather than plouging them back into the business to make it even more profitable and continuing working very hard.<br />
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O was my bestfriend, my family, my soulmate, we enjoyed each others company, he loved the fact he could talk for hours about the old UAE days, about the history of his family and that I was happy to just drive into the desert and sit listening to very old khaleeji music while we discussed UAE political issues, problems with friends and family. He loved the fact I was not a self centred woman only interested in money, going shopping and material things. That I always put myself out to help people when he asked me to even his own wife and children. My relationship was something you could never understand and you insult me and his memory in your judgemental and very very wrongly assumed comments because it was so far from what you suggest. When I converted to Islam in 1999 I stopped going out alone with him and doing the things we used to do such as going for dinner with friends, camping in the desert and me just driving him around talking and I know that upset him but he understood that as a muslim now It was not acceptable.<br />
He has been dead 6 years this year, and I still miss him dreadfully and I always will and I know he loved me right up until the day he died because I was one of the only people in his life that really understood him.<br />
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This will be my last post on this matter.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-83215266848782634692012-05-13T21:36:00.000+01:002012-05-13T21:37:01.083+01:00Falconry in UAE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I absolutly love Falcons and I remember many times I asked O if I could have my own one.<br />
I was fortunate to have been taken into the desert quite a few times by O's cousin Hazeem and was shown how to hunt (Hazeem used to help train the late Sheikh Zayed's falcons many years ago and also travelled with him when he went hunting) .<br />
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They are such a majestic bird and Falconry (Al Qanas) was a favorite activity of Sheikh Zayed and many of the Sheikhs and UAE locals and is still a very traditional sport today.<br />
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I remember sometimes on flights to and from Qatar that young locals and Qatari's would get on the flight with their falcons and would sit with them on their arm as the plane was in the air. Im not sure if that is allowed today, but back then nobody flinched when birds were in the passenger section of the plane.<br />
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There are two types of falcon used for hunting in UAE "Saqr" which is the most popular and the Peregrine.<br />
The male Saqr is called Garmoush and the female is called Al Hurr. Believe it or not the female Saqr is used more often due to it being larger and more powerful than the male. The same goes for the Peregrine, the female (Shahin) is often thought a better hunter than the male (Shahin Tiba).<br />
The Saqr is more favoured by the Emirati mainly due to the fact it is well suited to desert hunting.<br />
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You need to have a lot of patience and courage to train a falcon to be ready to hunt. Trainers are known as Saqqar's and they have the skills to teach the bird to hunt and return to its owner.<br />
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The little cap the falcon wears is know as Al Burgu and it is made of decorated leather and covers the falcons eyes. This is due to the fact the falcons have very sharp vision acuity and the Al Burgu helps the falcon to be slowly adjusted to new environments. The trainer or falcon owner will also have with him a canvas bag known as Al Mukhlat which inside often has pigeon or houbara wings so that he can use the contents of the bag to lure the falcon back. The lure of the falcon is know as Milwah or Tilwah.<br />
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If you have ever seen photos of falcon hunting you will see the bird often perches upon a seat type thing. This is known as the Wakir and it is normally a very ornamated long wooden stand with a flat padded top so the falcon can rest his claws. <br />
When the bird sits on the trainer or owners arm, the arm is protected by the sharp talons of the falcon by a covered cuff called a Manqalah. This is made from material often stuffed with straw or some type of cloth. <br />
The owner needs to restrain the falcon especially after a catch so they use light but strong tethers which are fitted to the falcons ankles. These are usually stong and flexible braided nylon around 30cm's long known as Subuq and are then tied together to make a shorter cord. this is then attached to a swivel, both cords and swivel allow the falcon some freedom of movement.while not allowing it to actually fly. The whole thing is know as the Mursel.<br />
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When hunting is to start the owner will usually shout Yalla and the falcon will lift off flaping its huge wings so it is able to reach a powerful assent into the sky. Once the falcon spots its prey it chases it which can last quite a while. Once the prey slows down, the falcon swoops down onto the prey and pulls it to the desert floor. In UAE the falcon's main prey is Houbara, Stone Curlew (Karawan) and Hare (Arnab). As the Houbara in particular is such a large and speedy bird, this is a particular favorite for owner and falcon to hunt as it makes the thrill of the chase more exciting.<br />
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The falcon and owner have an amazing relationship and both have a great deal of respect for each other.<br />
I never got my own falcon because O told me he did not think I had the patience to be able to spend time training it. However on the rare occasions I got to go out with these beautiful birds and see them in action, I loved every minute of it.<br />
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</div>Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-83431190451377794632012-05-13T12:16:00.003+01:002012-05-13T14:35:28.985+01:00To the person who left the judgemental commentI recieved a comment on my blog post Knickers on the Ceiling Fan and all the Jazz, of course left as anon. I knew I would get one or two, it was expected. But here it is:<br />
<strong>Im sorry i can not help but think that you were just in the same position as those and the same level as them with the only difference that you gave exclusive service to O , and i say this because i am sure he was sponsoring uou and your glammy life and pay your bills , house , cloths , etc. so is just matter of geography, when the man was married with family and would never leave them for you or even take you as a wife cause i am sure you were not worth the price he would pay for doing that , well in any case he got everything he wanted without having to do so , so there you go! ... Don't fool yourself thinking the rest if the man respected you, they All knew who you were and what you were and took you for exactly that otherwise they would never do such things in your presence or uou would say they eould fo that if one of their lawfull emiratis wives would be there? .... So please next time do bot talk low of others when you do nit have the moral authority to fo so , if now you have changed good for you but back then you were not better or different than them, and it pisses me off when you di not even realize it! .... By the way if you write a book call it fir what it is " memoirs of a exclusive hooker" or do</strong><br />
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In answer to this poster first I would say WHY does my post Piss you off, was I talking about you? <br />
I was sharing stories from the past, it would be unfair to just talk about all the nice things as it would not be a truthful blog of experience. And I have high morals dear anon, and more respect than you as would never dream to leave a comment full of bile on someones blog who I do not know personally. You seem to take the story so personally, why is that and why the need to post anon?<br />
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I would like to clarify the following.<br />
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1) I was not an exclusive HOOKER, and I also did not have my glammy lifestyle provided for me. I owned and ran two very busy businesses. One being a resturant in the Al Mamzar area, the other was a very high class and respected Hair and Beauty Centre on the trade center road with British staff, both business were featured along with a story about me in Gulf News. I worked from 8am until often 1am. After we sold the businesses due to O's bad health and the fact I was getting very tired running both I then ran a very successful web and graphic design business from home and was featured again in Gulf News.<br />
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2) I always knew O would never taken a second wife, its not something his family does. However when we met he had said he was divorced, this I found to not be true after I arrived in UAE. However despite that we were best friends, he was loved by my family and he was a father, brother, uncle to me. He was there for me and he protected me best he could and I knew his wife, his children and got on very well with them. So your comment that basically states I was his hooker is so far from the truth...not all relationships are sex based, although maybe your's are.<br />
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3) The comment about the friends not respecting me and that they all knew who I was. OH YES, they knew who I was and thats why I was introduced and socialised with their wifes, sisters and kids. Got invited to weddings and their families parties. What they chose to do in their spare time was not something I could change. However 99% of the people I saw commiting sin were not from our group, but people who just turned up at for a free weekend and this was normally at the farm. I had a fantastic relationship with our social circle who were in the majority very influential people in UAE. You forget that most of my story centers around the time these hookers started to arrive during our weekends and that was not until around 1998 and is not about the entire time I was there which was 13 years and I stopped going to the farm in 1999 anyway.<br />
You also forget that O and our friends whisked me away as soon as these girls arrived, in the hope when we returned much later in the evening they would be gone. The main farm we stayed on did not allow these people to enter, it was only at the other farm that they would turn up and it was on those occasions that I had to witness the carrying on.<br />
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And for YOUR information NEVER ONCE did anyone from our friends lay a finger on me, or try to lay a finger on me, so your disgusting comment that they took me as a hooker just shows what a small mind you have. 99% of the time spent with our friends was fantastic, we went fishing, drives in the desert, travelled to places such as Oman, went out for dinner to good restaurants, horse and camel racing, we sate for hours debating politics and views on the world. Your comment is so out of order because you have based your views on one blog post and assumed my entire life in UAE was as that blog post. Infact that blog post probably represented 0.0001% of my time in UAE.<br />
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And of course they would not drink or bring hookers in front of their wives, are you mad? I was a British expat, non muslim who was able to mix freely with both men and women just as I had done in the UK. I also did not own them so I had no say in what they chose to do. They also did not deliberatly set out to do anything unjust in front of me. It just happened on rare occasions (not farm related) we turned up when something had already been arranged, if they knew I was coming, 100% would the other guests not be allowed to visit. <br />
The farm however, if you bother to read the blog post properly, was when someone outside of the group turned up with a 4x4 full of women who ply their trade when he knew the farm would be full. <br />
That is why we spent as much time away from the farm when they were there as possible and why eventually we as a group stopped going all together. I highlighted one particular story when we had no choice but to stay (I do not feel in the need to go into detail why). <br />
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Let me tell you Ms Anon, still today people in UAE remember me with respect. I was 100% respectful, never did I put a foot out of line, never did a break a rule. Never did I sell my body for sex. I ran companies, and I ran them well. I enjoyed going out when time allowed and I socialised with O's friends, however that all stopped when I converted to Islam and probably quite a few years before. If my reputation was so shit, why on earth would I then be invited to live as part of an Emirati family in their house??? If my friends thought I was some cheap whore, do you think they would have had me in the house? Do you really think I would be allowed to mix with their wives and kids??? NO I dont think so. Do you think I would have been invited to offical functions?? No.<br />
But I was, so this proves the point.<br />
They also trusted me to be around their families and not talk about their life outside of the home. Most of the wives I am sure knew their husbands drank and probably had girlfriends but it was not my place to tell them so.<br />
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When I first arrived in UAE I knew no one except O, therefore rather than spending the time alone I went out in the evening and if it happened that we visited someone who had already arranged something sinful then there was not much we could do other than choose to leave, which we always did except on the farm. You forget it was not a case of just getting into the car and leaving. Our group all travelled in 1 4x4, if something happened such as the night with the hookers, we could not just up and leave especially so as our friend who drove the car always had some business connected with his farm at the weekend. Near the end I started taking my own car or would travel with Fay and her husband so we just upped and left when something happened.<br />
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Some people have friends who are drug addicts, some who drink too much, does this mean the people who mix with them are also addicts and drunks? NO it does not. Therefore just because a few people I knew liked a hooker or two does not mean anyone else who mixed with them liked it too and neither did it mean that I was also a HOOKER. You forget in the UK women do not just sit and mingle with women, often women sit with men and just men, does not mean they are having sex with them, we have men as friends and see nothing wrong with being in a room full of men and we KNOW how to behave and respect ourselves.<br />
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But this blog is to talk about the good, bad and ugly of UAE. My life was not a round of drunken, hooker fuelled parties. I had a very interesting life however occasionally something would happen such as the hooker stories, so why not share it. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I was raised with high morals and to respect myself and my body and I have ALWAYS done that and will always continue to do that and that is why I WAS Respected in UAE despite what your nasty little mind thinks.<br />
<br />As a last note, if these people thought I was what you claim they thought I was, why on earth would a member of the Fujeriah Royal family go out of his way to protect me while in Kalba, by giving me his car (his number plate told everyone who's car it was) to drive so no one would bother me when I wanted to go out on my own while there, bring his small children to meet me and arrange my conversion to Islam by personally speaking with the judge at the sharia court in fujeriah. If I had a reputation as a cheap hooker with no morals, I can assure you this person would not have been associated with me at all.<br />
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<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-12240282148160981492012-05-09T18:53:00.001+01:002012-05-09T19:06:35.482+01:00Knickers on The Ceiling Fan and All That Jazz<div>
When you live in a country you have to take the rough with the smooth and that includes what goes on in the community not just what is going on in your life.</div>
Some of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">UAE</span> memories could be frowned upon, but I believe in revealing the rough and the smooth .<br />
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Today my memory bank opens up about "Hookers". And Hookers were one of the reasons I stopped going to Kalba for the weekend.<br />
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Anyone who lives in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UAE</span> today knows there is a serious Hooker problem. (Hooker, Prostitute or whatever you want to call those girls (or men) of ill repute). Despite what some would call my quite glam lifestyle up until the last year I was there, I did get to witness quite a bit of the seediness that goes on. I will try to write this post as humorous as I can.<br />
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My first encounter was about the 4th day I was in UAE. "O" used to drop me each day down at the Chicago Beach Hotel so I could laze all day on the private almost deserted sandy beaches, dine in the restaurant there until I had had enough then I used to have the driver pick me up and drop me home to get ready for the evening.<br />
I was lying on this deserted beach, soaking up the sun in my one piece Marks and Spencer swimsuit when suddenly this toned, bronzed man in a pair of Budgie Smugglers (tight skimpy swim briefs) walked out of the sea and walked towards me. "In an obvious arabic accent he purred at me "Hi Habibi, do you have a light?", as I rummaged in my bag and pulled out my lighter he said "and a cigarette too". He then said "Hayati I can do such special thing to you, make you tingle, special price for you Habibi 200 dirhams, you never forget experience at bargain price" I about fell off the sun lounger, what the heck, this guy had just emerged from the sea like a sea monster and was now trying to get me to pay him 200 dirhams to make me tingle. This was an Islamic country, what the heck was this guy playing at.<br />
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I gave him some choice words and got up and moved further along the beach to another sun lounger. (in those days the beaches were virtually deserted). I sat there eyes hidden behind my Gucci's but actually watching him out of the corner of my eye as he sauntered along the beach chest puffed out, hips wiggling, and trying to seductivly puff on the cigarette I had just given him. I saw him spot two very overweight women who I had seen in the changing rooms/showers earlier on in the day and who I knew to be German. He plonked himself down next to these two women and I saw him beging to stroke the larger of the two's leg, next thing I knew he was helping her up off the sun lounger and they dissapeared into the hotel so I guessed he had found a customer and probably when he finished with her, he came back for her friend. <br />
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I did not stick around to find out, I was quite horrified to be honest and as I walked back into the hotel I launched myself at the first member of staff I saw and told them what happened.<br />
It did not seem to suprise the staff member and all he said was "Oh they swim over from the public beach, difficult to catch them".<br />
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When I saw "O" that night even he was shocked when I told him, he told me maybe I was confused and maybe the guy was trying to sell me something (well he was, but it definatly was not a watch, handbag or couple of coconuts).<br />
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My second encounter quite shocked me, infact I think my mouth hung open and my eyes were on stalks because I just could not believe what I was seeing. I had not long arrived in UAE and we were spending the evening at our friends luxurious apartment on Al Maktoum street (he did not live there it was just a place to play darts, cook and spend an evening with friends (or so I thought). I was sitting chatting with a couple of friends about something going on in Dubai when the doorbell rang. The houseboy answered it and in walked 4 tall women completely covered from head to toe (abaya, shayla and niqab). I got quite excited thinking these were probably quite respectable women and that it would be fun to talk to them and get an idea of their mentality. Oh Boy was I in for a suprise. One sat opposite me still with her abaya and niqab on when she suddenly opened up her abaya and sat there in a very unlady like position (lets just say she looked as though she was doing the splits) and it was obvious she had very little on let alone any underwear. She then began cooing over one of our friends as I tried to find another place to look but by then her 3 friends had stripped off the abaya's revealing what could only be classed as probably the skimpiest outfit sold in Victoria Secrets and they began to gyrate like they were performing at a strip club. I was HORRIFIED. I hissed at O what the heck was going on and to get me the hell out of there and he told me the girls flew over from Bahrain for shopping etc but made some pocket money on the side (I am guessing from their form of entertainment which involved a lot more than gyrating on a persian rug). When one of the old boys dissapeared into one of the bedrooms with one of the girls, O agreed to take me home. I think we argued on the drive home as I was so disgusted and I made him promise that if his friends ever arranged for these women to come over when O planned to take me there, that it was best I stayed home alone, just incase anyone thought I was of their type. O later told me these girls were Bahraini and that really suprised me. O did not agree with his friends playing around with what he called "Those rubbish ladies" especially so as most of the guys held respectable positions in society, but they were still his friends and it was not his place to tell them to stop. But whenever we went to our friends for dinner etc I spent the whole time on edge everytime the doorbell went, thinking some tarts were about to arrive for the evenings<br />
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I never really noticed the East European Hookers in UAE until around 1993, I noticed my first one in Burjuman following a local guy around and she was trying to walk beside him and quite loudly wispering ("you not wanna giva me 100, then giva me 50 and I do special job, come habibi have heart"). I at first thought she was his wife and begging for more pocket money or something, then it dawned on me what she was actually doing. They never really bothered me at first as I never came across any thankfully in my social life, despite many of O's friends enjoying the company of ladies of the night. However they did start to creep into our tight knit circle and I hated it.<br />
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As I mentioned in my last post, we spent every weekend in Kalba and it was so much fun. Some of the hangers on that followed us to Kalba from other Emirates were a bit dubious and one of them started turning up with in a 4X4 full of East European girls. It was obvious what he had brought them to the farms for and I really disliked it because I was highly respected and everyone thought of me as their sister but when these girls arrived it made me feel very uncomfortable especially when anyone new visited the farms because some assumed I was in the same line of business as these girls. Of course from the start any new people were totally put in their place if they even so much as tried to approach me in an undignified manner but I still hated even sitting in the same majlis as these women, so O and I and a couple of our other friends used to make a point of going out for long drives just to be away from them. I remember once we had gone out to the Fujeriah Hilton for the evening and when we arrived back we walked into the main majlis of O's cousins farm (where we were staying that weekend) and there were 4 bleached blonde hookers. As I walked into the majlis everyone stood up for me, those closest to me kissed he top of my head as they would there own sister or child, the others nodded their head at me. As I sat down I heared one of the hookers loudly say to the idiot who brought them to the farm "Who is this Bitch, why is she here, why they stand for her and not me, maybe she charge a lot". Well I just turned and flipped on this chick and told her the snot in my nose had more class than she did, I did not need to flap my flaps at men to make money, I earnt it the right and legal way and the reason people stood up for me was because my reputation was spotless.<br />
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The weekend that really ended my weekends in Kalba was the weekend this hanger on turned up with 2 of the roughest looking females I had ever seen. If they were cats then they were of the standard of the UAE street cats.<br />
As usual he brought the girls when most of the guests were fully tanked up on Johnny Walker Red Label, Im guessing because he knew the mens vision was blurred through booze and they would not realise these girls had done the rounds a bit and looked like a couple of un-neutered Ally Cats.<br />
My best friend Fay and her Emirati husband (they were not married at that time though) were spending the weekend on the farm with us. Fay is blonde so she was disgusted that she would be sharing a farm with these women as she knew anyone who did not know her would assume she was one too.<br />
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Fay and I escaped out of the majlis that evening and headed to the farm pool, putting some music on and making sure her husband and O made it clear to everyone that they were not to go anywhere near us. After a long swim, lots of laughs and chatting we went back to the farm Majlis and there was one of the hookers who had taken over the master suite, servicing one after the other of the visitors who were arriving by the dozen. We sat and watched one after the other dissapear into the bedroom obviously getting a full service and as one came out the next went in (we counted 9 men in the space of a couple of hours or so).<br />
Well Fay is not one to mince words and I believe we both loudly screamed at everyone what a dirty bunch of sad men they were, how disgusting they were to do that to a women who was also doing that to their friends, one after the other without even having a wash inbetween. How they should be totally ashamed when they returned to their wives and children on Friday and suggested they all go get some tests done asap. <br />
From that moment on I told O that although this was out of his control, I could not longer spend my weekends worrying these hooker were going to arrive and could not accept to even be in the same room as them. I could not sit back and witness what I had witnessed that particular night, men who held good positions, married men with kids, ramming away at some Ally Cat hooker.<br />
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In the morning Fay and I woke early and went for a drive. When we arrived back there were the Ally Cats looking rougher than before sitting crossed legged eating eggs obviously not wearing underwear. Fay dissapeared into the section of the farm where all the bedrooms were and then came back and told me to follow her. She led me into the bedroom where all the action had taken place and then into the en-suite bathroom and then burst out laughing as she pointed to something hanging on the towel rail. There hanging in all there glory was a huge pair of granny knickers with the most disgusting crotch I had ever seen. It was a mixture of greenish brown, it literally was a crust. We knew who they belonged to so Fay got a broom and hooked these monster knickers on the end of the broom and we walked into the Majlis in front of everyone and flicked them up onto the ceiling fan. There was everyone looking up as these nasty knickers were slowly going round and round. I then turned to the women who had been entertaining the night before and said "I thought your knickers could do with some air".<br />
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So that was our last real weekend in Kalba, we only went back occasionally when it was made obvious to all the hangers on they were not welcome. I think one of the last times we went back was the weekend of October 1999 when Fay and I converted to Islam in fujeriah sharia court. <br />
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I understand that some of the women who come to UAE and ply their trade are forced to and I feel sorry for them but many many women chose to come. Some may argue that these women are poor and need the money, but there are millions of terribly poor people around the world who live without flapping their flaps for a buck or too. Call me judgemental, I dont mind, but my blog is to share memories, both good and bad and although some may say this kind of thing does not happen I can assure you 100% it did and probably still does.<br />
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Last night I was remembering how my weekends used to be up until really the time I converted to Islam in 1999 and Oh how I loved them even though they were basically the same every weekend.<br />
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We always went to Kalba for the weekend, it was a weekly tradition and we always had the same routine. Back in those days the weekend started thursday lunchtimes and I was always told to be ready and packed to go by 1pm. Around 1.30pm Omran, Ahmed and Rashid would pull up outside my home in Ahmed's 4x4 and in I would get. We then drove to Kalba, stopping along the way for our usual supplies such as ice, cheese, bread and anything else we needed.<br />
We always had such fun on the drive, listening to very old Khaleeji music on the tape deck, stopping the 4x4 now and again as we drove through what I used to call the Naked Mountains on the way to Fujeriah to chat with friends who were driving on the same road or had stopped to BBQ somewhere as everyone kept in touch thursday afternoon via mobile checking up what the plans were.<br />
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I loved Fujeriah, back then there was not much there, it was quite ghost townish really with only a smatter of hotels. I always loved it when we reached the coffee pot roundabout as I knew our fun was about to start. We then headed to Kalba and for those that dont know Kalba, its literally a right turn off the coffee pot roundabout, drive along the corniche and then we used to turn off down a rocky road.<br />
Back then there were no roads to get to the farms, you had to drive through rocks which had worn down in time to resemble a road. It was very bumpy and if you did not know the area you would have got totally lost. <br />
We always stayed in Ahmed's farm until the last few years when we stayed in Omrans cousins farm but other friends also had farms that we took turns to have thursday night fun in or friday lunch. <br />
Once we arrived Ahmeds staff helped unload the car and then we all got settled into our rooms. The main farm house at first just had 3 large bedrooms, but there was also another house within the grounds that could sleep about 20 people, so we had plenty of room for guests who always turned up on a thursday evening. Often we would then go out to buy fish, fruit and veg, stop off to see friends at their farms and make arrangements for who was hosting the evenings entertainment.<br />
From about 6pm people began to turn up in their 4x4's from Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Al Ain and most of the other emirates. Sometimes there would be as many as 40 people there and believe it or not I was 99% of the time the only female. I am guessing some people reading this would be shocked, but I was so respected by everyone, they treated me as they would their own sister. Everyone stood up for me when I walked into a room and coming from a western background being around a load of men did not faze me in the slightest.<br />
I think in all those years of weekends in Kalba I only had trouble from new guests who had never met me and assumed I was a hooker brought there to entertain, a couple of times and they were soon put in their place and made to apologise.<br />
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Omran always made a point on thursday evenings to take me out shopping in the little shops in Kalba to buy dress material to have made into the arabic dresses I loved and sometimes to the little gold shops to buy a bracelet or something and then onto the Fujeriah Hilton before the farm became engulfed with half of UAE. We would set off around 9pm and play darts with the smattering of expats that also weekend in Fujeriah and to listen to the Filipino band. Back then the Hilton was virtually empty on a thursday evening. UAE was not very known to the world in those days, so you could move around and enjoy yourself without all the thousands of people there today. On the way back to the farm we always stopped so I could buy my cream cheese and little fromage frais yogurts and chicken shwarma's as I totally refused to eat what they always cooked on thursday nights (a whole sheep still with head and legs on).<br />
By the time we reached the farm again it was full to the brim with 4X4's from all over the UAE and the farm house overflowing with men in their white dish dasha's. For the rest of the evening we all sat in a huge circle playing drums and oud and singing tradition songs and Khaleeji hits of the day. I always remember one piece of drumming the men did which I loved and they sang out what sounded like "Toob Toob". Always they ended up singing a very very famous song of the Khaleej that Omran wrote. I can not remember the name of it, but its a very famous song and not many know it was written by Omran. Infact the story goes that when Mahad Hamed was starting out, Omran gave him the song and he pretty much became famous after that, although that may just be a fairy story. But Mahad Hamed did used to sing it and it was one of his well known songs. All I know about the song is that it tells the story of a man in the desert who spots a beautiful bedouin girl and how he falls totally in love. Omran was a great poet to be honest.<br />
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Thursday night continued usually until around 6am friday morning, you never really slept in those days to be honest. <br />
Friday was fish day. Those who ended up staying the night at the farm or at friends farms near us would again swarm to Ahmeds around lunchtime where we would all sit arabic style and eat our fish lunch. Normally we had about 5 types of fish and it was so scrummy.<br />
Everyone would have a little nap after lunch, so I always took the oppotunity to swim in the pool that was surrounded by Jasmine bushes. Omran always came with me just to make sure I was safe on the small chance someone we did not know well would want to oggle me in my swimsuit.<br />
Often on a thursday afternoon not long after we arrived our friend Sheikh Hamdan Al Sharqi would pop by to say hello and he always brought me a handpicked bunch of Jasmine from his garden and some mangoes and sometimes something sweet like the time he brought me a white toy fluffy monkey. He did not speak any english back in those days except hello or bye, but he used to chatter away to me in Arabic anyway. I think he respected me a lot especially how I could be in the middle of all those men and behave impecably and how everyone respected me so much. <br />
Sometimes if I was a little bored in the evening on a thursday after the trip to the Hilton and wanted to go out driving alone Sheikh Hamdan would give me his brown 4x4 (I believe it was a Nissan Patrol) with the number 2 numberplate (back in those days one digit number plates were for Sheikhs only) as he said no one would mess with me while driving his car. I remember it had sheepskin everywhere inside and the windows were totally black including half the front windscreen. I found it so difficult to drive that I had to drive with the windows down. Once I pulled up at an Epco garage on the way out of Fujeriah and there were loads of young locals having a get together in the forecourt. They all stood to attention I am guessing thinking Hamdan was about to get out and then out jumped me in my abaya and jogging shoes lol. To say chins hit the floor is an understatement and we all used to joke back at the farm that by the morning rumours around Fujeriah would be flowing about Sheikh Hamdan having a new wife.<br />
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We always departed Kalba around 8pm, driving in convoy sometimes back to Dubai, stopping occasionally to BBQ something, stopping at the Friday Market which was very tiny in those days to buy silly things or to buy those BBQ'ed corn on the cobs that stuck to your teeth.<br />
Those were good days but they sadly over time became something I did not enjoy when one of the friends (well he was disliked by most people really but still turned up), started turning up with 4x4's full of Russian hookers. But that is another story and one I will tell another time. When that began to happen I basically stopped going, and then I converted to Islam and my weekends in Kalba stopped alltogether. I have many more stories of weekends in Kalba but I will save those for the day I write my book, but the story about the hookers I plan to share next on my blog.<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-55151047139226716012012-04-14T12:15:00.002+01:002012-04-14T12:49:59.334+01:00To write a book or not?For years people have been telling me to write a book on my years in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">UAE</span> and maybe one day I will start it, because in all honesty my life in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">UAE</span> really was unique, especially so as I was not married to an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Emirati</span> yet still got to live the full <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Emirati</span> life style.<br /><br />Of course when I write it I have to change all names of people because many of the locals I knew and socialised with are still alive today and are still <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prominent members of UAE society.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Some could say my life was quite glamorous, I guess it was in relation to my previous life in UK, but that was only surface glamour, the reality was often far far different and I plan to expose not only the good but also the bad when I finally get round to writing.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I have read some books based on UAE life and the only one I found interesting was "Mother Without a Mask" which delved into the real Emirati culture and traditions rather than the typical adultury, bling, poor girl wants rich arab scenario.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Back in the old days I was know as The British Bedu, thats what the locals called me. I adopted local dress (not just abaya) from about the 2nd year I was there because it just made life easier. I learnt how to camp in the desert bedu style, hunt for local mushrooms and vegetation you could eat, how to hunt with a falcon, how to entertain, gained a love for wearing the oud attar so famous in the Gulf, I learnt about the mentality of the locals and what offends them, how to behave etc. I did not strive to do all this, it was just part of my life and I learnt it along the way.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Designer handbags, shopping, having the latest and best of everything was not my scene, back then it was not really important to anyone to be honest. People preferred to camp out, have a BBQ in the mountains of fujeriah, sit on the beach with a 5 Dirham fishing line trying to catch hamour, sit around playing drums and oud and having a sing song, that was the life of choice, not as it is today with spending hours in a shopping mall or glitzy restaurant trying to outdo everyone, bragging about what you have, who your married to, how much money your husband has etc. Back then money was not talked about, you basically knew who had what by the car they drove but money was just not discussed.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I remember the old Nad Al Sheba race course, when I see racing in UAE on the TV now, you have all the glamour dolly's out there dressed to the nines, with their hardly there dresses on, hair extensions, makeup you could scrap off, its transformed into what racing is like here in the UK. But back then you just turned up as you were and enjoyed the race, you did not care to try to outshine everyone else or get noticed. We often sat in the royal box and I used love it because you got lots of nice little snacks etc lol, it did not bother me or excite me at all that Sheikh Mohammed and other shiekhs were sitting just a few rows in front of me, I was more interested in the cake being offered by the waiter. I never really dressed up either, mainly because it was a last minute decision to attend. I often just had on a traditional emirati dress and never felt out of place because no one else had really bothered to dress up either.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I have been gone from UAE 8 years this July. Yes my heart still hurts terribly, I have still never got over having to leave, but I had no choice because of my daughter. I ache for the old days which have long gone, I re-live them often in my dreams, days that will never come again because of the massive changes and the influx of half the world who see UAE as a place to play, not as I did as a magical, mysterious country full of rich culture.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">So I wonder sometimes if I wrote a book if anyone would be interested to actually read it. Are people interested in the Old??? or do they just want to hear about the glitz and glamour of today?</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I think to be able to write a good book about life in UAE you need to have experienced the old in my opinion.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">There are three things I miss the most about UAE. One is my late partner Omran Al Shamsi, who was my best friend, soul mate and my everything. second is the sound of the call for prayer especially the early morning one and lastly is being unable to sleep and getting into my car and driving in the early hours of the morning from Dubai to Fujeriah and back again, watching the sun rise over the mountains as I drove with music from Mahad Hamed playing on the tape deck (yes it was so long ago cars still had them).</span>Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-19036217472146040582012-03-05T16:29:00.003+00:002012-03-05T16:47:42.026+00:00Decency Laws in UAEOne of the things your not supposed to do in UAE is slurp all over your partner in public, especially so if your not married.<br />Staying in a hotel room together, having sex and kissing in public is forbidden if your not married, the latter also goes for married couples.<br /><br />So I was shocked today to see in the Daily Mail newspaper that Z List celebrity Kerry Katona parading around on a beach in Dubai slurping all over her latest fella <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2110329/Kerry-Katona-hands-boyfriend-Steve-Alce-shows-curves-sexy-polka-dot-bikini.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2110329/Kerry-Katona-hands-boyfriend-Steve-Alce-shows-curves-sexy-polka-dot-bikini.html</a>.<br />How come all the celebs (if you can call most of them that), get away with laying on top of each other in public, kissing, touching each other up etc yet they do not get arrested or warned. Yet time and time again you read stories of normal couples being arrested for doing no more than kissing each other on the cheek.<br /><br />Why are celebs allowed to get away with this indecency in public and no one else??? It astounds me.<br /><br />UAE has strict decency laws which do not appear these days to be relevant if your a celeb.<br />I think its really unfair, you cant pick and choose who you will throw in the jail and who you will not. This is a side of UAE I do not like at all.<br /><br />I honestly feel since I left UAE in 2004 that it has attracted the Chavs by the bucket load. Before UAE was such a mysterious place, most people had never heared of it, now it attracts anyone and anything and I feel eventually UAE will totally loose the little culture they have left and that makes me sad.<br />If I was Emirati I would be devistated right now to know that my country was on the same level as Benidorm as a holiday destination in the sense that it appears to be a free for all place for the drunk, half naked, could not give a damn westerners who arrive from all over the globe with virtually no respect for the culture and traditions AND Laws of UAE.<br /><br />As I have said many many times on my blog, although I miss UAE with all my heart I am glad I got out when I did because I have not had my memories tarnished by what goes on there today.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-18735619333044208562012-03-01T21:26:00.002+00:002012-03-01T21:47:14.813+00:00UK's FreeloadersBritish citizens may complain about the UK government but what they need to remember is that when your down on your luck, especially when you have kids that you at least get given money to put food on the table and a roof over your head.<br /><br />Elsewhere in the world your left to fend for yourself, you get bugger all.<br />David Cameron intends to limit the amount a family can get to £26,000 a year which is far more than the gross salary of the average UK working person and some people are in uproar about this.<br /><br />The welfare system was created to get people out of a tight spot when they lost their job or fell on hard times. It was not created to become a way of life as many families in UK use it for.<br />The amount of young mothers in UK is scary. They get pregnant from a young age and despite not working continue to have child after child putting the burden of raising those children on the tax paying people of the UK. When they feel they are not getting enough or their house is too small they scream blue murder blaming the government, their local council etc when in reality it was their life style choice that put them in that situation.<br /><br />When your unemployed the UK government gives you an amount to live on for yourself, an amount per child, plus child benefit per child, free school dinners, subsidised school trips, free dental and medicine even free pet care. Plus you get your rent and council tax paid. The money your given is supposed to put food on the table, clothe the family and to pay the utilities such as gas, electricity and water. IT IS NOT to spend of £60 trainers for your 6 month old, Sky TV, getting your fake tan and nails done, 52inch plasma TVs, nights out at a club at the weekend, trips down the pub to get drunk 3 times a week etc.<br /><br />Some families in the UK are raking in £50,000 plus a year in benefits. One cheek of a family had never worked a day in their life and were about to have their 12th child, crying to the newspapers how their evil local council would not give them a bigger house. WHY SHOULD THEY, you breed them, you feed them, end of.<br />It is 2012, not 2000BC, your choice of contraception is huge, there is no excuse to get pregnant 4, 5, 6 plus times by mistake and then go out with your begging bowl to the government blaming them for your situation.<br />I know things around the world are tough job wise, lots of people want to work but just cant find anything. I have full sympathy for these people and you will rarely find anyone who tries hard to find work breeding like a rabbit or complaining about they money the government gives them. The ones who scream loudest are the ones who have made living on welfare a way of life.<br /><br />I have worked since my daughter was 1.5 years old. I work hard, I pay all my own bills, my rent, my council tax, I dont get free school dinners, free pet care, susidised school trips, subisdised after school club rates despite actually having less money than a family on benefits.<br /><br />I fully agree with what David Cameron is doing right now. I also hope in the future he limits the amount of money you can get to 3 children. If you continue to breed while living off the tax payer after 3 kids then your on your own.<br />One thing I hate is seeing kids who have welfare dependant (by choice) parents, dressed like ragamuffins, with blackened teeth, holes in their shoes, dodgy home haircuts while their mothers are standing outside the school gate tarted up to the nines with fake tan and nails, dragging on a fag and talking about going out clubbing and getting hammered at the weekend. Breeding kids to get more money from the government is criminal. If you get money for your kids then that money is for YOUR kids, not for them to be dressed in PVC shit shoes from the Chav shack with their trousers so outgrown there up by their knees, so you can got out and get pissed at the weekend with your tart tan and your outfit from Zara and ensuring your have your 20 fags a day money.<br /><br />Sorry for the rant but it really makes me CRAZYLouisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-68340365610146801532012-03-01T17:18:00.003+00:002012-03-01T17:44:16.487+00:00A Very Busy Few MonthsSo much has been going on recently that I seem not to have time to blog much.<br /><br />Another sadness. My Aunt Sue who lived in Long Island New York passed away just over 2 weeks ago. She fought a long hard battle against cancer but did not win the fight. My father booked his flight on the sunday morning to try to reach her before she passed, and sadly my aunt passed away that evening.<br />I feel sorry for my father as Sue was his only sibling, not only that he has lost his wife (my mother) and his youngest daughter (my sister) and now his own sister all to the same terrible disease CANCER.<br />May Allah give him strength to bear this sad loss.<br /><br />I continue to have serious problems with my daughter. My daughter is 8 years old and has Gender Identity Disorder, which I have written about before on my blog. Basically she is 100% female but her brain is telling her she is male. It is not a phase she is going through, she is not just being a Tom Boy, she really does have a serious problem and is totally tormented being in a female body.<br />Recently the crap daily rag "Daily Mail" wrote some really terrible articles on GID (Gender Identity Disorder) and ripped apart the wonderful Tavistock Clinic in London which my daughter attends. Basically the article said that this is a label parents and doctors give kids who really should just be classed as Tom Boys or a bit infeminant. It also claimed the Tavistock drugs everyone to delay puberty and then puts further ideas in their mind that the kid was born the wrong sex. Of course all the numpty armchair critics (ie the small minded general public who post in the comment section) jumped onto the bandwagon, all giving their opinion most claiming they knew kids who liked to dress as the opposite sex but they turned out ok.<br /><br />GID is NOT about dressing as the opposite sex, its about torment, of self harm and many other factors that make live misrable for the child. Imane now has hair cropped so short, we had to let her have it cut like a boy because yet again she took the scissors to her hair and hacked it to pieces. Then she got hold of a razor and sliced half her top lip off trying to shave. She talks about not wanting to live sometimes if she gets breasts when she is older and also tells me often that her vagina is ugly and it needs to be sewn shut with a needle and thread. That is what GID is about.<br />Often once purberty hits the child either stays as they are or they start to embrace being the sex they were born as. As a very last resort they may use Puberty delay drugs. Its a long process of therapy and can take years. Right now my daughters doctor talks to her on a monthly basis trying to get to the bottom of why she feels that she is in the wrong body. Was it something growing up that triggered that feeling or is her brain wire mapped as a male? We wont know for a long long time and until that time I have to support my child as best I can.<br /><br />Of course being muslim it is hard, a lot of the muslim community including my daughters birth father are small minded on these subjects and cant accept it believing an Imam at the mosque will sort her out. SO NOT TRUE.<br /><br />On top of the GID my daughter may have Pathological Demand Avoidance Syndrome which you can read about <a href="http://www.autism.org.uk/about-autism/related-conditions/pda-pathological-demand-avoidance-syndrome.aspx">http://www.autism.org.uk/about-autism/related-conditions/pda-pathological-demand-avoidance-syndrome.aspx</a>. I have been trying for years to find out what is wrong with my daughter and on doing many months of research came across this syndrome which is on the autism spectrum and when I read the symptoms it was as though it had been written for my child. It is my daughter 100%. Now her doctor in London, her school and our own doctor in Brighton are fighting to get seen by CAHMS in Brighton so she can get assessed and hopefully diagnosed. However so far we have been refused by CAHMS because they say my daughters problems are too complex. Please pray for my daughter and also pray for me because sometimes I find life very difficult and worry oneday I am going to crack from the stress of it all.<br /><br />On top of all that we are going through a massive restructure at work with the Housing Service about to change drastically. Our jobs will be changed and we probably will not be working with the people we have worked alongside for years.<br /><br />But HEY HO, at least I am alive Alhamdulillah.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-12199586936765261942012-01-11T18:38:00.004+00:002012-01-11T18:56:19.995+00:00Another Soul Has Left This Earth<div align="center">PIR PAGARA</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Inna lillahi wa inna ilahi rajion</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">November 22, 1928 — January 10, 2012<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpW4cm7WugfJIxr8PikJ6ProVp71BGTV-FYc-FVyKCfBem96eM_xJvQCO6IT58wpJxq0IXl6LYD-v-VVzlFkJal1Z5TlGZkmjBXOkTQ_-oX2nurSnA96CkRxU_q4EcfTB0WWxUKLjyCFQ/s1600/Pir-Pagara-543.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696445983002453874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpW4cm7WugfJIxr8PikJ6ProVp71BGTV-FYc-FVyKCfBem96eM_xJvQCO6IT58wpJxq0IXl6LYD-v-VVzlFkJal1Z5TlGZkmjBXOkTQ_-oX2nurSnA96CkRxU_q4EcfTB0WWxUKLjyCFQ/s400/Pir-Pagara-543.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I have just found out about the death of my friends father.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Pir Pagara was the spiritual leader of the Hurs and chief of the Pakistan Muslim League Functional party.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>I lived with his daughter Kausar on a large farm in Al Awir, Dubai, of which I have written about previously on my blog. Not only was Pir Pagara a great family man, but he was also a very important political figure in Pakistan.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>I had the pleasure to meet him quite a few times during one of my trips to Karachi with Kausar and I always remember him getting me to recite Surah Al Fatiha to him after we had all had dinner after which he gave me a gift of some beautiful cream, gold and red silk to have made into one of my emirati dresses. My thoughts today are with Kausar and her brothers and the rest of the family.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Tribute <a href="http://tribune.com.pk/story/319690/pir-pagara-passes-away-the-political-oracle-goes-silent/">http://tribune.com.pk/story/319690/pir-pagara-passes-away-the-political-oracle-goes-silent/</a></p>Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-68218152631161127632011-09-22T19:59:00.002+01:002011-09-22T20:16:13.217+01:00Seems To Be All Doom and Gloom At The MomentThe past few months seem to have seen a lot of doom and gloom.<br />I cant believe all the people I work with who seem to have died recently or fallen seriously ill.<br /><br />First was our dear Mobile Warden "Ron". Life and Soul of the Mobile Wardens, always found at the biscuit tin in the morning raiding all the chocolate ones. First in the que at our annual office christmas buffet waiting patiently, paper plate in hand. He always wore a hat, weird and wacky to American Stetson, he was so loved. I remember early this year seeing him one week as usual then a week later he walked into the office and you could not imagine the change in him. He looked so ill, just within a week he went from normal looking to looking as though he was seriously ill. He went to the doctor, but I knew he had cancer that morning he walked into the office looking grey and drawn, I know "that" look having lost my mother and sister to cancer, and a month later it was confirmed. Ron was diagnosed in Feb and was dead by July. So sad. He is sadly missed in our office by all of us as well as the other Housing Office staff around the City.<br /><br />Then my cousins daughter "Summer" was diagnosed with Rett Syndrome, it is unlikely she will ever walk or talk and most who have this syndrome do not live past 40 if they are lucky. Summer is just 2 years old and the most beautiful child you can imagine.<br /><br />One morning our cashier in the office "Ceri" came into work totally hunched over, she could not straighten herself and over the next month or so she became worse. She managed to get into work daily despite the pain and having to live on morphine and also attended endless hospital appointments to find out what was wrong. For the past 7 weeks she has been off work as she is now in a wheelchair and has sadly just been diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease which is basically a death sentence and most people die within 2 years. She also has 3 other rare disorders. Tragic, Ceri has two young children.<br /><br />Then our office got the news that someone we used to work closely with in another department had died. "Neta" had battled cancer and was recovering, she went home one day to collect something and fell down the stairs, she got a blood clot on the brain and died. Her death shocked us all last month, a beautiful soul no longer with us.<br /><br />Today I found out another dear work collegue "Steve" who I always had a laugh and joke with when I worked at the other Housing Office in Town is bravely fighting Prostrate Cancer and the outlook is not very good.<br /><br />Please keep all those who are currently suffering in your prayers and pray for the souls of those that have left us.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-60894676454184801192011-08-24T07:05:00.003+01:002011-08-24T11:15:43.451+01:00Please Make Dua for Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mWo1A5FBVVq_uF3NjmG8_RTxoiAsGhD_CgADwMK-9P0qD6B47lWO5LxJmoQebK-ZQHJxgAUhyhGeXJEKw0RnQ0s4SsKA2VxFQo5myZ0Zn7nxk39DMfCz7r7t7z_w4TKCOcvfgjOgybo/s1600/summerbaby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644301369142554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mWo1A5FBVVq_uF3NjmG8_RTxoiAsGhD_CgADwMK-9P0qD6B47lWO5LxJmoQebK-ZQHJxgAUhyhGeXJEKw0RnQ0s4SsKA2VxFQo5myZ0Zn7nxk39DMfCz7r7t7z_w4TKCOcvfgjOgybo/s400/summerbaby.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><div>As Ramadan is almost at its end, please make Dua for the beautiful daughter of my cousin.</div>
<br /><div>Her name is Summer and she is the most beautiful little girl. Dark like most of my family but with the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes.</div>
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<br /><div>She was two last week and although Summer on appearences looks like any other little girl, she is unable to walk, unable to talk and the doctors believe she probably never will. They believe she has a genetic disorder and from all the symptoms and things she does it all points to Retts Syndrome (although we still do not have a diagnosis).</div>
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<br /><div>My cousin Sarah (Summers mother) is finding it very difficult to cope with and it is all very traumatic for her to see her daughter regress rather than go forward as other child do as they grow. So please keep them both in your prayers and hope with strength and positivity Summer can develope as best she can and that eventually she will walk and talk.</div>
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<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-35763497361355197472011-08-23T18:56:00.004+01:002011-08-24T12:29:33.567+01:00Why Memories Are PricelessIts been over 7 years since I left my beautiful UAE.
<br />If you have read my blog you will know I had no choice but to leave because of the situation around me. Oh I could have stayed in all honesty but being the fiercely independant and proud woman I am, no way was I going to go begging to my friends (who all would have helped) or allowed someone to "Keep" me financially and my daughter just because I knew my heart would break when I left.
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<br />Now sometimes I walk down to my local shops and can hardly believe how different my life is today to how it was then (prior to marrying the nightmare who is my daughters father). I walk to the shops, carry bags of shopping up the hill, work full time, do my own housework, worry about the bills, travel to work on the bus and get no preferential treatment. Rarely if ever go out in the evenings or weekends.
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<br />Back in the old days, I had use of the driver (until I passed my driving test and got given my first car (BMW 7 Series)), had a houseboy to do all my dirty work, I owned two businesses, was well know in the local community. Had a fabulous social life, out virtually every night and away every weekend. Got invited to fabulous local weddings, had an enviable social circle. Got to travel abroad a lot including 3 months in Munich where I got to travel in a UAE embassy limousine complete with flag on the front a few times when I accompanied "O" to some medical appointments. Hotel rooms were always massive suites not the tiny rooms I now stay in.
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<br />I got to meet amazing people outside of the locals I knew including celebrities from Bollywood, Indian and Pakistani politicians some of which became very good friends.
<br />I got asked to do some exciting things such as help set up a celebrity kickboxing match after meeting the arab world champion and had to write to people like Mike Tyson and Mohammed Ali inviting them as guests.
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<br />I was also asked to arrange a large birthday party for one of the Sharjah Sheikha's children and I was also invited to attend as a guest which was my first local women only party and I remember being so nervous and feeling totally out of place until a group of women including the host made me feel totally at home and who were all facinated that I loved to wear the traditional Emirati womens dress. I got to live with a local family in an amazing huge house in the desert of Al Awir on the same dirt track as the farms of Shiekh Hasher and other Maktoum Sheikhs. I had my own guest house complete with indoor swimming pool (you came out of the bedroom door and the pool was right there) with noisy peacocks on the roof.
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<br />But I gave up that life when I decided to get married. I was only married a year and a bit and then I fled UAE.
<br />That was my life then, an amazing life, a life that has given me the most amazing memories that will stay with me until I die.
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<br />Do I miss that life???? Yes, of course, but not all the bling and glitz and luxury (if you want to call it that), No I dont miss that, I miss my real life there, drives into the desert, my dear, dear friends, of hearing the Azan being called, of being able to wear those beautiful dresses and my abaya's. Of going shopping for my Bukhoor and Attar's. I miss sitting on the beach at night and catching Hammour with a cheap fishing line we used to buy from a small grocery. I miss weekends in Kalba and singing local songs and making BBQ, I miss camping in the desert and walking in the cool sand. I miss ramadan and driving down to "O's" house to get the huge plate of ramadan nibbles they always prepared for me and I miss evenings in a ramadan tent set up near the creak smoking sheisha and eating tons of houmus.
<br />I miss passing by the Friday Market on the way back from Kalba and buying corn on the cob BBQ on a stick.
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<br />I miss the long drives on a friday evening from Kalba to Abu Dhabi as I drove "O's" elderly cousin "Eissa" home after a weekend at the farm. "Eissa" would send his driver home alone and then insist I drove him sometimes. He would settle in the passenger seat, put very old Khaleeji music on the tape deck and we would sing our way back to Abu Dhabi on that long 4 hour drive. Eissa would delight in calling all his elderly friends while we were driving to tell them he was seated next to a beautiful english girl called LouLou (beautiful being his opinion not mine LOL) and she was driving him home. When I dropped him home and then turned around to drive back to Dubai I would always find wads of dirhams shoved in my bag as a thankyou for driving him, singing with him and trying to teach him one or two words of english (in all those years he only ever managed Hello).
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<br /><p>I miss "O" and I loading the Land Cruiser up with ice boxes and loads of cold water and juice and driving around all the building sites etc in summer and handing out cold drinks to those poor workers who suffered in the heat (we did this a lot when I first arrived). I miss evenings at Rashid's or Nabil's (Nabil has sadly passed away), playing darts all evening with our group and cooking up a big feast to eat later (local men love to cook given the chance). I miss waiting near the beach in Kalba for the fisherman to pull their nets full of sardines onto the beach and then running down to buy large bag fulls of them to take back to the farm to BBQ.</p>
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<br /><p>I miss funny times such as riding a jetski wearing a traditional emirati dress with my friends parrot on my shoulder on the beach in Dhaid. I miss fun time weekends at the farm with my best friend Fay, both of us in the swimming pool talking the night away as the men sit in the farm house and play cards, oud, drums and gossip about other locals. I miss living in Al Awir and the big dinner parties they had, where you always found me in the kitchen helping our two Nepalese chef's/kitchen hands, scrapping plates and doing the drying up because I felt sorry for them much to the horror of my friends. I miss handpicking dates and mango's from the trees in the farm and miss running down to the pen where all the sheep and goats were kept, giving them all names and petting their heads despite knowing any one of them could be on the dinner plate that evening.</p>
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<br /><p>I miss driving "O" around very late at night as he told me tales of the old UAE, the tribes, the way of life in his fathers and grandfathers time. Of showing me the land his family used to rule, the old houses that are now crumbled buildings that they ruled from, I miss him teaching me the correct etiquette and way to do things the Emirati way, I miss all my old friends some of whom, including "O" have sadly passed away. </p>
<br />Those are the things I miss, the important things, the things that made my life so wonderful.
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<br />It has taught me a lesson to hold on to every single memory that makes your life special. You never know when that life will end and a new one begins. Dont suck up the glitz and bling as it has no real meaning as its here today and gone tommorow. Savour the real special moments that you wont ever get back again if that life disapeared. Sadly in UAE most new people even if they marry a local will never get to experience the old UAE. It is now full of lights, shopping malls, bars, clubs and western claptrap. Its hard to do the simple things I and others who arrived long ago did. But even so, if you love UAE keep whatever you do deep in your memory bank because you never know when it might all end.
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<br />I always said I would never leave UAE unless it was in my coffin, but I had a baby daughter and a husband who was dangerously unstable who would have used my child as a tool against me. I left and I gave up 13 years of my life and returned to the UK which I had not seen for almost 10 years. I have been back twice since I left in 2004 as my current husbands family all live there but I did not enjoy what I saw, I felt like I had landed in another country completely because the changes were unbelievable.
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<br />If you plan to make UAE your home as I did for all those years, one tip I would give is try to learn about the culture, the heritage of how life used to be. Dont just accept the UAE of today full of malls and all that Jazz. Many of the old stuff might not be there anymore but you can still learn about how it used to be, about traditional emirati ways and values. Learn to love the simple things in life more than the material things. Memories are priceless and worth far more than a Vuitton Handbag.
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<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-43588386936719134642011-08-21T16:25:00.005+01:002011-08-21T17:56:51.154+01:00Tribes and MoreOne thing I used to hear a lot of from locals was scorn at local families who were not "Pure" Emiratis.
<br />What could be classified as a "Pure" emirati? Well from my years in UAE I understood it to mean the Tribes that came to UAE originally when it was just desert and sea and settled there and began to create the UAE as it is today.
<br />The ones deemed not "Pure" were those that came later from Iran, Saudi etc.
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<br />Most of my friends were from some of the original tribes such as Bani Yas, Bu Shams, Al Nuaimi etc.
<br />The family I had most connection with because of "O" was the Al Shamsi's, of the powerful Bu Shams Tribe. The Al Shamsi's are related to the ruling Al Nahyan family. The late Shaikh Zayed's wife Shaikha Fatima is said to have the same tribal origin.
<br />The Al Shamsi's were the independant rulers of Hamriya in Sharjah until they lost power after the invasion in the 1960's and Hamriya port became under the Rule of Sharjah (O told me this happened because the Al Shamsi's did not want to join what is now the 7 Emirates, how true this is I do not know but most Al Shamsi's I knew told the same story).
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<br />The Al Shamsi's today are still a very prominant UAE family and many of the ruling family are married to women of the Bu Shams tribe. Some of the branches of the Bu Shams tribe are families such as Al Owais, Taryam etc And supposedly the Bu Shams tribe ranches off from the Al Nuaimi's (the current Ajman rulers).
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<br />The Bani Yas tribe is one of the largest and the Al Nahyan family which is a branch of Al Falahi decended from this tribe as well as the Al Maktoums which are a branch of the Al Falasi.
<br />The Tribes of UAE is quiet a complex thing to explain. I got most of my knowledge, be it right or wrong from long long talks over many years with the people around me.
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<br />Al Rumaithi
<br />Al Falahi
<br />Al Falasi
<br />Al Hameli
<br />Al Suwaidi
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<br />Al Mazroai
<br />Al Mehairbi
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<br />Al Qeamzi
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<br />So if not from one of the big tribes (from those I have mentioned or others that are famous for being the first to enter the lands now know as UAE and settle), does this deem the families as not "Pure"?
<br />Well from all the comments I heared over the years it appears being from the original tribes deems you to be original Emirati. I used to get told all the time when I mentioned a family name "Oh they are persian really" or "They pretend to be Emirati but they are not one of us, they are Saudi originally" and the worst one "Break his leg and you will find Iranian Sxxt instead of bone". It used to really annoy me to be honest. I can understand the pride at being from one of the founding Tribes but at the end of the day if you are now Emirati then you ARE Emirati.
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<br />I dont think any family in the future can claim to be pure Emirati considering how many Emirati men now marry foreign wives. The founding families used to marry from their own tribes or from other founding tribes of the trucial states, kind of keeping things in the tribe/family. But by marrying outside of the tribe especially to someone not even from the Gulf then you have diluted that so called pureness forever so how can you scorn a family who have only lived in UAE for 100 or 150 years when your own family is being diluted around you?
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<br />Even now after over 7 years of being away from UAE, if you throw a local family name at me I can probably tell you where it originally came from, if its from one of the founding Tribes or from families who came much later to start business and stayed. Thats because I had it drummed into me for years and years and got to know just about every family name from the original Tribes.
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<br />Rascim is rapant everywhere in the world, claims of pureness to unpureness in the Arabian Gulf States, Caste systems in the Asian countries, even here in UK there are those that claim to be 100% British (oh do I laugh at that one). My family as far as I know have always lived in the UK but I am not 100% pure British, infact a family member recently traced our family tree on my mothers, mothers side and guess what??? We traced ourselves back to Turkish farmers in Turkey lol. On my fathers mothers side 200 hundred years ago from Spain and further back than that from Arabia, hence why I am so arabian looking and so is my dad.
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<br /><div>Take America as an example, I have been told by a few American friends that they hail from the founding families so are 100% American and critise immigrants who now have USA passport for not being really American. Sorry, not true, who lived in America before the Europeans arrived??? It was the Native Indian's so if anyone is 100% American it is them, not the boat loads of immigrants who landed on the shores and claimed the country as their own and then who critise new immigrants for becoming citizens (probably gonna piss a few people off with that one).</div>
<br />Pride in where you originally come from is important but it does not deem anyone not originally from your particular country any less of a human or citizen or make you more important than them.
<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-87922434286864989432011-08-21T09:52:00.016+01:002011-08-22T11:36:12.344+01:00More Memories, Thoughts and Old Photos of The Time I Was ThereMy life in Dubai and UAE at the begining was very simple and that was because life was very simple. There was not the greed, flashiness and boasting of who you know, what you have etc as there is today.
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<br />When I lived there I took life for what it was, it was not always easy and because virtually my entire time there was spent with the Emirati people I got to experience what I like to call the real Emirati life. Looking back now I had quite a privileged life, virtually everyone I knew was a government VIP or something similar, but that had no importance to me, I did not even think anything of it. To me they were just friends who treated me kindly, and who created wonderful memories that will stay with me for the rest of my life and never once back then did I open my mouth and boast about who I knew or use any of my friends to break the rules of UAE and get me things I wanted or to sort something out much faster than the procedure set in place by the UAE government. To do that just never entered my head.
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<br />My late partner Omran used to be the Minister of Labour (before I came out to UAE) and one of his best friends Ali was the Minister of Immigration at the same time. Without labour and immigration you just could not function in UAE as an expat. So you can imagine how popular O and A were back then. Omran told me many people befriended him and then later expected him to use "Wasta" to get them what they wanted.
<br />Omran always told me to never use Wasta to get something done governement or legal wise, he told me to always stick by the rules of the country and wait to get things done in the proper time, to not show to others that you know people of importance and can break the rules because of who you know. He also once told me that even some of his own people claimed to be more important than they really were but in reality no one had any real power unless they were the rulers and the others that used who they knew to break the rules were just idiots who liked to pretend they were something of importance.
<br />I remember a conversation with Omran when I failed my first driving test in UAE, he told me "I can go now and get your license without you re-sitting your driving test, you know the chief of police and he knows of you, but why should you not have to sit your test because your know people who can break the rules if asked when others do not and have to re-sit 4, 5 or 6 times?, what makes you more special than them? Because you know people of importance? I can do it now loulou, but I want you to hold your head high when you decide to leave UAE and know everything you did you did it the right way and did not abuse the power fo the people around you". His words stayed with me my entire time in UAE.
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<br /><li>A woman who is married to a local of a Gulf country ends her marraige for whatever valid reasons and then goes to court and ends up loosing her child even though she plans to stay in the Gulf. The child is a baby, according the the law of Islam that child should stay with its mother. Yet the judge goes totally against Islam and gives full rights to its father. How so??? I am 100% sure because of Wasta. Because he knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone who could swing it in his favour despite what Islam says. Thats is wrong 100%</li>
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<br /><li>A family from Palestine who have lived in the Gulf and UAE most of their life, who were given UAE passport for years, then someone changed the rules and thousands did not have their passport renewed thus leaving them stateless. This particular head of the family had contacts years ago even one of his best friends being the ruler of one of the emirates. That ruler died, as did most of his contacts and he was left with no one to help him. However the Palestinian neighbour next door, in UAE half the length of time did have a contact, who knew someone, who knew someone, who used Wasta to get the passport back for the family. How is that fair??? Its wrong 100%.</li></ol>
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<br /><p>Using Wasta to break the rules set by a government in my opinion is nothing but corruption unless its used to reverse a decision initially made using Wasta ie: if the mother of a lost child used Wasta to get the corrupted court order reversed to get her child back.</p>
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<br /><p>We all complain about the corrupt leaders of Islamic countries such as Syria, Egypt and Libya, but if you like to get your stuff done outside of the rules set by the governement because of who you know, then your using corruption to break the law/rules even if its something as simple as getting your visa fines removed because it was your fault you overstayed.</p>So in all the years I lived there never once did I rush through my visa, get my driving license without sitting my test or anything else that made life easier because I knew people who could get it done for me, and I am very proud of that. I am also proud of the fact that when my life changed and became like hell and I was faced with having to run away because of my baby daughter I never once went to anyone I knew and asked for help especially financially and despite coming back to UK to zero and not even a place to sleep that night, I can hold my head high and say I never abused or used a friendship in all those years.
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<br />One of my favorite things to do in UAE was go into the mountains of Fujeriah and Dibba in long convoys of 4x4's loaded up with wood and mountains of spiced chicken and lamb and we would all sit in the moonlight in the dirt, rocks and sand and BBQ all night, listen to friends recite poetry, play oud and drums and sing until the sun began to rise. I was not into shopping and buying luxury goods or dressing up and trying to impress people at mundane parties. I liked to be out there in the natural expances of UAE doing all the things I would not normally do in UK.
<br />Omran's cousin H, taught me how to hunt with falcons one weekend, he used to train Sheikh Zayed's falcons years ago and travelled with him when he went hunting so he had immense experience and knowledge. I loved going into the desert and hunting for the local mushrooms that grow under the sand, to find the plants in the desert you can eat. My friends taught me so much about the old local life and those events will stay forever in my memory bank.
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<br />Occasionally we would go to Nad Al Sheba (the old one not the new one) and watch the horse racing. We were always lucky enough to get to sit in the royal box and I was once spotted on tv as the camera's panned on Sheikh Mohammed who was sitting about 5 rows in front of me shoving a sandwich into my mouth like I had never eaten before. Very embarresing to see that pop up on the news later that evening lol.
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<br /><div align="center">An aerial shot of Dubai as you came in to land</div>
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<br />Sheikh Zayed Road as it was in my early days</div>
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<br />Workman walking up SZR
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<br />A view of SZR as if your coming from Abu Dhabi Virtually NO buildings at all
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<br />SZR view coming from Abu Dhabi
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<br />The tallest building in Dubai at the time and view of start of SZR
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<br />View of SZR mid 1990's when they began to build apartment blocks
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<br />View of the skyline mid 1990's, see virtually no buildings on the horizon
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<br />Beach Road mid 1990's
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<br />Maktoum Street, hardly any traffic, this is how I remember it as I drove up and down here everyday
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<br />The clock tower near Maktoum Street during rush hour
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<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-7312857492846223262011-08-19T18:30:00.005+01:002011-08-19T19:34:06.664+01:00Remembering The Old Days & The Night I First Arrived in Dubai
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<br /><div>Gosh it was so long ago.</div>
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<br /><div>It was the begining of the 1990's and I flew to Dubai by Air Lanka. The flight was almost empty because in those days not many people visited Dubai or UAE and that was because most people had never even heared of it let alone knew where it was. </div>
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<br /><div>When the flight landed you had to climb down the plane steps and onto an old bus which took you to this tiny building which was Dubai Airport. As soon as you went through the doors you were at passport control. Then straight through to baggage claim, it took just a few minutes from stepping off the plane to waiting for your bags to appear.</div>
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<br /><div>Then you stepped outside the airport building. The night I arrived the airport was virtually empty. As I stood outside waiting for "O" who was pretending to hide from me, I only saw 4 other people lol.</div>
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<br /><div>The main western expats back then were British, and it was rare to meet expats from any other western countries, well I never did until about 1995/96.</div>
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<br /><div>Life was wonderful back then, you really got a feel for the rich culture of UAE, unlike today where its so westernised that you would think you were in USA not UAE.</div>
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<br /><div>If you were driving back to Dubai from somewhere like Al Ain, you knew you were nearly there because you could see the Trade Centre on the horizon, and YES the trade center was the tallest building in UAE at that time, hard to believe now as it is dwarfed by all the buildings on Sheikh Zayed Road now.</div>
<br /><div>Apart from the Trade Center one of the first BIG buildings in Dubai was the Hard Rock Cafe, stuck out all on its on along SZR, and the first real high rise apartments were the original ones at the start of SZR near the trade centre (and they are still there today).</div>
<br /><div>The road from Dubai to Abu Dhabi was a nightmare because it was basically one lane each way and loads of speed bumps, so it took forever to get to Abu Dhabi. Eventually around 1995/96 they began to change the road and make more lanes.</div>
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<br /><div>People in Abu Dhabi would drive into Dubai to shop as there were virtually no shopping malls in Abu Dhabi. Even in Dubai in those early days you were limited with Deira City Centre (which they built after I arrived), Burjuman, Lamcy Plaza (again built after I arrived) Al Ghurair, Wafi and Al Mulla Plaza.</div>
<br /><div>When Deira City Centre opened it was the most exicting thing to hit UAE and there were huge que's across the bridge to reach it.</div>
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<br /><div>The Dubai/Sharjah road was something else, I have mentioned this before on my blog but it was 2 lanes each side with virtually nothing either side of the road but sand and a few cafes selling shawarma. If you were in a taxi on the dubai/sharjah road and there was a traffic Jam the driver would just drive off into the desert and reach Sharjah that way as did most other people lol. You could also drive off on the sharjah/dubai side and reach the sea and we often did that and fished in the evenings until they began to do something that pushed the sea out and then they built on it.</div>
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<br /><div>Places expats liked to spend their spare time were Panchos Villas, The Highland Lodge (where most expats met up at the weekend), George and Dragon, Hard Rock Cafe, The Country Club.</div>
<br /><div>Everyone spoke to you, unlike today in UAE, locals and expats mixed freely and enjoyed each others company. The only cinema to show english speaking movies was Al Nasr.</div>
<br /><div>Ikea was in Karama and was easy to get to and shop in and a fav with expats.</div>
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<br /><div>The only English channel back then was channel 33 which started at 3pm and finished quite early in the evening. I remember watching Martha Stewart and Bold and Beautiful but other than that there was not much else to watch until Star TV hit UAE.</div>
<br /><div>Newspapers were sold at the traffic lights by overheated Indian boys and you could also get your back and front car windows washed while waiting for the lights to turn green.</div>
<br /><div>Most shops back then closed between 1pm and 4pm and most of the day on Friday.</div>
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<br /><div>Here is a great Video and Song of Old Dubai, brings back many happy memories as when I arrived it was almost the same as the pics in the video.</div>
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<br /><div>Other things I remember were haggling with taxi drivers before you got in the taxi, they had no meters so you set the fare before getting in.</div>
<br /><div>Bartering for almost everything especially electrical goods as there were virtually no fixed price shops outside of the few shopping malls.</div>
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<br /><div>I remember when Mirdif had but a couple of villas's on it, one of which was my friend Sheikh Saqr's. Taxi drivers got lost in Mirdif as it was virtually all desert.</div>
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<br /><div>That was the real UAE, not as it is today.</div>
<br /><div>On a forum recently, those in UAE prior to 2000 were discussing how life was hard, but so good back then and someone asked if any of the old timers get annoyed with newer expats constantly moaning about this and that. The answer was more or less yes, and that view was formed by the fact that most people new to UAE these days arrive with certain expectations of what life "should" be like in UAE and when things dont go according to plan they wonder why they came.</div>
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<br /><div>However people who have been here a long time or arrived as I did many years ago have seen how things have developed and how they developed and have seen how quickly things get done and the amazing way that the infrastructure etc has been implemented. </div>
<br /><div>People forget that they come from towns that took hundreds of years to develop where Dubai/AD have basically done it in 20/30 years. </div>
<br /><div>Unless you have been in UAE prior to 2000 you probably find it hard to understand how different things were back then and how wonderful it really was compared to today. Those that were around in the old days almost always say the old was better than the new today.</div>
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<br />Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-67970112540204414172011-08-02T21:19:00.005+01:002011-08-02T21:55:48.336+01:00Diabetis, long daylight hours and full time workingI have been unable to fast since Ramadan started.<br />I have an appointment with my doctor tommorow morning for results of my recent blood sugar levels (I am diabetic Type 2) and I am certain she will tell me not to fast this Ramadan due to the long daylight hours.<br /><br />In the UK this year Ramadan is very difficult, Fajr and fasting starts at roughly 2.47am and Iftar is roughly 8.45pm which means roughly 18 hours of being unable to eat or drink.<br />Not really a problem, however I work full time, up at 5.30am, leaving the house before 7.20am and not home again until 6.30pm<br /><br />I have a child who needs taking care of as well, so its not an option for me to sleep when I get home until Iftar. It means I have roughly 6 or 7 hours to break my fast, get a decent amount of sleep so I can function in my job and also eat at surhoor.<br />So that means an hour of eating and drinking for Iftar, sleep on a full stomach for 2 or 3 hours wake up again, pray, have more food and drink and again sleep on a full stomach without the food digesting so I can grab another 2 hours of sleep.<br />I tried it for one day and realised I could not do it this year. 2 hours of food and liquid was not enough to sustain me through the long day unless I cut my sleep hours down to 2 or 3, which is impossible.<br /><br />Already my diabetis causes me to fight tiredness through the day and I often struggle with my concentration.<br />Although I am not on Insulin (I take Metaformin), the very short hours to eat/drink also has to fit in my daily sleep, either way it is detrimental to my health.<br />I actually cried today because I felt such a failure at not being able to perform Ramadan.<br /><br />I have decided to fast during Ramadan on saturdays where I can sleep during the day, then stay up until early hours of sunday, the rest of the days I am having to miss I plan to make up during the winter months when the daylight hours are very short and it will not affect my diabetis and my sleep.<br />Last year we were in Dubai for Ramadan, previous years I only worked partime and was able to take time off during Ramadan, but this year with the exception of this friday, I am unable to take anytime off work during Ramadan.<br />I have decided to book next Ramadan off work, so I am able to eat properly without rushing and be able to sleep for as long as my body needs after the fast starts.<br /><br />I am sure even non diabetics in Europe are suffering this ramadan especially those that work full time. Trying to quench your thirst and ensure you eat enough and get enough sleep to be able to function is very difficult.<br />I know if you have an illness you can refrain from fasting, I have not done this before, but this year sadly I have had to.<br />My brother in law in Abu Dhabi is insulin dependant diabetic and he fasts, however he gets to rest from 2pm onwards until the fast is broken, also the hours of daylight in the Middle East are much shorter than here in the UK.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-63889166308432631682011-07-22T18:13:00.000+01:002011-07-22T18:13:43.840+01:00Very Emotional Quran RecitationSaad Al-Ghamidi is one of my favorites at reciting the Quran, I have many MP3's on my Ipod and most make me cry when listening to them.<br /><br />When he recites Surah Hud, he begins to cry, it is very emotional and you feel the love in his heart for Allah and the Quran, MashaAllah.<br /><br />Listening to him break down while reciting reminded me of my sweet mother-in-law. I was listening to her pray once and she became so choked up, tears fell from her eyes as she prayed.<br /><br />I break down always when I hear the call for prayer from the mosque but they are tears of love and happiness, not sadness.<br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ShITU1zacv8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-12209778815729385702011-07-17T11:33:00.003+01:002011-07-17T11:47:53.472+01:00Ramadan is comingI think Ramadan is going to be hard this year.<br />I work longer hours now and do not get home until around 6.30pm, so once I get home and cook, stuff something in my mouth come Iftar, it will be time for bed again.<br /><br />Ramadan in UK I do feel is difficult, for one thing, my office is open plan, 24 colleagues all chowing down on something scrummy while I am sitting there dying to lick the water out of the plant pot because I am so thirsty.<br />However its worth it in the end, I hope to loose a few kilo's again this year as well.<br /><br />I miss Ramadan in UAE, I LOVED IT, in UAE. I fasted and took part in Ramadan way before I was a muslim.<br />Every evening after I broke the fast, I would drive on over to my best friend Fay's house and we would go out somewhere with her Emirati husband, when we had finished for the evening I would drive through Hamriya in Dubai to "O's" house and he would come out to say hello and bring me plates of yummy stuff to eat before fasting began again.<br />I never saw much of "O" during Ramadan as he was well known in Hamriya for opening up his house to all his friends, family and neighbours and there would often be almost 100 people there all being fed, playing backgammon and talking until the sun began to rise EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. His son "M" always had a tent out the front where all the young locals used to sit and do whatever they do.<br /><br />Some evenings we would go sit in the Iftar places down at the creek and sit there all night, sometimes we would be in Ajman or Sharjah. I remember one year Ramadan was during new year 2000. Fay, Jamal and I and their new baby son Obaid spent it in a club house on Sharjah Beach (The Lilly Club), seeing in the new year with our diet pepsi's, we then drove over to a grotty little sheisha shop in Ajman and sat there watching UK bring in 2000 on a little old portable tv. I miss those days a lot.<br /><br />I guess next week I need to write up my Ramadan menu's and then do a huge food shop for the month so I know what I am cooking each night I get home from work. I think in UK the fast wont be broken until around 9pm, thats a long old day without anything past your lips, but well worth it in the end.<br /><br />I hope you all have a happy RamadanLouisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-83983820563822558812011-07-07T10:01:00.000+01:002011-07-07T10:01:53.318+01:00Spas hawk sex on networking sitesAnother great story today in Gulf News<br /><a href="http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/spas-hawk-sex-on-networking-sites-1.834599#.ThVzwRVBwiw.blogger">gulfnews : Spas hawk sex on networking sites</a><br /><br />Unbelievable......<br />This is one of the main reasons the UAE government MUST close down all salons and spa's whos staff are not at least NVQ qualified in Beauty, Hair and Spa treatments, plus be a member of one of the Beauty industry organisations such as CIDESCO, CIBTAC or BABTAC.<br /><br />In UAE they allow anyone to open up shop and trade. Its 100% wrong and the government needs to change the criteria for running a salon or spa.<br /><br />Properly qualified staff will demand a much higher salary than the unprofessionals, they would also have studied for minimum 1 year to 3 years and would not risk their professional status by working in a knocking shop.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-8071097875933137272011-07-07T09:50:00.000+01:002011-07-07T09:50:24.248+01:00Gulfnews : Unpaid loan causes problems for UAE residentI read this sad story in Gulf News today.<br /><br />This highlights the fact that not all Emirati's are loaded with cash. Infact a large majority just scrape by each month, in debt up to their eyeballs. I saw many cases like this when I was in UAE, its very sad.<br /><br /><a href="http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/general/unpaid-loan-causes-problems-for-uae-resident-1.834369#.ThVx1cs_t40.blogger">gulfnews : Unpaid loan causes problems for UAE resident</a><br /><br />I believe this man should be allowed to renew his passport so he can find work, what a silly rule to not renew his passport making the entire family suffer. Without the passport he cant work, without work he cant pay his loans off, its a never ending story.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-67761721137667188982011-06-30T22:28:00.002+01:002011-06-30T23:10:00.484+01:00What Kind Of Muslim Am I?How would I sum myself up as a Muslim?<br />I am one of the most honest people around, I say what is in my heart, admit when I am wrong and try never to judge anyone.<br /><br />First and foremost I love Allah, sometimes I talk to him in my mind when I am on the way to work, sometimes I well up with tears from love for Allah when I am apologising to him for not always being strong with my deen.<br />I know Allah knows everything about my life, the suffering I have been through and what drove me to stop wearing Hijab for 5 years etc and I know it was Allah that gave me my strength to overcome everything in my life and go each day forward no matter how sad I feel inside with a massive smile on my face.<br /><br />I have always been known both in UAE and here in the UK for the naughty glint in my eye, my cheeky constant smile and my very very bubbly personality. Even during the black times I still kept that smile going. At work they call me Ms Double Entendre because sometimes the way I say things can be taken as quite cheeky and it makes the office double up with laughter. As an example the parks dept came to trim the bushes outside our office so I shouted through to Karen the office manager "Karen the mans here to trim your bush" I will leave it to your imagination why everyone ended up laughing.<br />I cant change the way I am, to think hard before I shout something out to make sure it does not have a cheeky meaning too. My personality was given to me by Allah and I refuse to change the way I was created just to please another muslim who thinks I am shameful.<br /><br />Since wearing hijab after 5 years without I have got the most amazing response from my clients. I deal with people who have some major mental health issues, are racist etc etc, yet because they knew me before Hijab they accepted me the same with Hijab, just they were very suprised I was muslim because in their minds Muslim women were not cheeky, smiling, happy, bubbly, chatty people.<br /><br />In Islam its supposed to be haram to be alone with a male who is not a relative, but in my job I often have to visit a male alone in his house. I was recently told by one over zelous revert that I should change my job as it was haram. Sorry at the end of the day I love my job, it has put food on my table for my child, clothed her and put a roof over her head for the past 7 years. I know my manager would let me visit women households only if I asked but I do not want to be treated differently to my work collegues, we work as part of a close knit team and I do not want special treatment. Allah knows how hard I work, knows that I do good for the people I visit especially the elderly and it is his judgement only I will accept.<br /><br />My manager Jan and I were talking the other day about muslim woman being alone with a non relative male and she told me about an Asian muslim woman she managed when she was a Housing Manager in London. This woman got so much grief from the muslim Asian community for doing the job I do now, for visiting people alone in their homes, she got threats and all sorts, told she was haram, she would go to hell etc but a year of ignoring their comments and showing them she was not giving up her job to please them, these ultra conservative muslim leaders began to see the good she was doing in the community and eventually they became 100% on her side and much good was done in the predominantly muslim housing areas of London.<br /><br />I live my life as a muslim, I respect myself, respect others, follow Islam as best I can but to survive I may not do things the way some muslims think I should, I do things that are true to my heart and true to what I believe is right for my life and Allah knows whatever I do is 100% from my heart and not done just to try secure a place in Jannah when my heart really did not agree and want to do it.<br />I hope that all makes sense to those that read.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773137946275257856.post-27713132926430573112011-06-19T13:40:00.002+01:002011-06-19T13:43:46.822+01:00Blogger TemplatesI have been busy this weekend creating new blogger templates to offer for free download from my graphic site "The Fairy Path".<br /><br />I purchased a program called Artisteer some months ago and have only just got around to designing some stuff.<br />Each template is fully set up with all the colours, graphics and layout and all graphics are hosted on my own server. Once I have them online for everyone to download all you need to do is email me so I can customise the header with your Blog title then upload the template file into Blogger.<br /><br />This current blogger template on my Blog is one of my creations.Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658992274603414601noreply@blogger.com1