ذكرياته عن بلادي

احيانا ارغب بمعرفة نظرة الآخر لوطني سواء بالسلب او بالايجاب ، وهنا اضع ذكريات شخص عاش في جده في السبعينات الميلاديه يكتبها بنفسه ونقلا عن هذا الموقع ، وهذه صورته مع والدته عام 1975 ميلاديه.

 

 

Jeddah 1975-1976

Two years of the most fun I’ve ever had. Mom and my sister hated it, of course. Dad could take or leave it. But I loved it. It was like a giant sandbox. And the people treated me with more respect than you could know

I remember several times when my mother would chastise me in public and then have to deal with someone coming up to her and saying, “Madam, you may not speak in that tone of voice to the master.” Of course, I ate it up. In fact, I used to make a fuss in public just to get her mad. And you should have seen my mother go off on these people! Screaming, yelling, telling them to get out of the 12th century. It’s amazing that the Saudi Arabian government never cut off any of her extremities. That’s my mom and me back in 1975 in a housing complex called “Eightsville”. Sorry about the quality — the photo’s not in the greatest shape

And the Suk! Imagine… wonderful toys and trinkets as far as the eye could see! I didn’t know (since I was only nine at the time) that the penalty for theft was a chopped off arm. Because of that fact, security was lax in the Suk and I stole everything I could get my little pesky hands on. My juvenile stealing trend ended a couple of years later back in the States when I got caught shoplifting at Sears

Unfortunately, the best stories I have about Saudi Arabia are stories my parents swear are fabricated. But I remember them so well, they must be true. Like the time I was forced to eat a goat’s eyeball. And the day I climbed over the wall into the princess’ castle and they threatened to cut off my head. And the criminal’s head that they carried on the plate throughout the streets. The stories may or may not be true, but they always make for interesting dinner conversation

What I remember most about Saudi Arabia is the beautiful reef of the red sea, where the shallow portion was green and warmer than the air and the deep blue caverns beyond the reef were as cold as ice. We lived right next to a beach for quite a time. I don’t remember the air temperature as being all that hot, but my mom does. Says it was the hottest place on earth. Who knows

My best friends there were Alex Goodrich and Ed Cronin. If either of them ever read this, please drop me a line

My memories of Saudi Arabia are all fond and I hope to return someday to see the changes that have taken place there

Special Note! Thanks to Susannah for writing to me and reminding me to update this page. Turns out that Susannah and I went to school together at Parents’ Cooperative School in Jeddah when I was in 4th grade and she was in 7th. Any other PCS alumni? Of course, she doubts my goat eye story…

Tabuk 1976

An oasis in the mountains north of Jeddah. Again, I remember nothing about the place except that my sister was forced to teach me how to blow bubbles with gum. I was such a brat. Why my sister still likes me, I’ll never know. Actually, I guess we’re even for all the times as a child she dressed me in my mother’s clothes and made me wear lipstick and blush

Hmmm…. Do you think that’s what did it

~ بواسطة يزيد في أكتوبر 18, 2007.

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