aruan: (this is my church)
The imam at our company mosque - it's tiny but has all the requisite domes, vaulted architecture and a minaret, and sits in the courtyard of the Abu Dhabi Media newspaper complex - jazzed up the calls to prayer today, stretching out some vowels and getting fancy with some lilting repetition of syllables. He's slowing down some verses and setting others to a rhythm, and I wonder about the legality (the calls sound identical in any part of the city) while hoping he'll do it again tomorrow.

It was an odd thought, to have been in Abu Dhabi so long that I know the five-a-day routine. Actually, it's taught me a valuable lesson: I can never be a Muslim, having found the sunrise call, which roughly translates to "Wake up! God is great, and worship is better than sleep!" and comes about 4:30 a.m. nowadays, quite the prudent reminder - to go to bed.
aruan: (did I leave the artifact on?)
"If you're a Muslim, why not be religious?" | The New York Times

A fascinating discussion of a complex issue, for which the participants suggested an overly simplistic solution.

The UAE is not a traditional Muslim country, even though officially 96 percent of its population practices Islam. Women drive, go shopping alone, many do not wear veils and most certainly do not get arrested for being with a member of the opposite sex not related or married to her. There is no religious police, families and singles mingle in every venue, and men flirt with women while driving on the highway. It's a pretty liberal atmosphere here, even by Western standards.

The American University in Cairo students took issue with a Times article that, among other points, said that bored, disadvantaged and disillusioned young Muslims are filling their lives with religious fervor instead. And, fine, that has holes as Osama bin Laden is heir to a fortune, but it's the latter part of their discussion focusing on religion's role in society that I can't stomach. They unanimously suggest that the government should operate by the tenets of Islam. Except some of them wear headscarves, and some don't, and one of the students gives a noncommittal answer as to whether these female colleagues were sinning because of that. Yet all of them claimed to be religious.

Do they not see the problem here? They're proposing to canonize a religion whose mandates they disagree on.

The freedom to choose what religion means to you and how you live your life in accordance with it is something that's only relevant on a personal level. But problems arise when attempting to choose one of the many interpretations thereof, even within a single religion, to impose on an entire population. I'm glad that these kids have found a liberal enclave in an increasingly conservative society and enjoy an enlightened, privileged vantage point from which to experience their religion, but that's not everyone's Islam. More than that, like seemingly every other religion on this planet, their holy book makes reference to killing nonbelievers. Should that be ordained? I'm just picking on an extreme example, but that concept is no less legitimate than women covering their hair if the criteria is, "What does the book say about this?"

I'm just saying that religions have books, yet even scholars who make a life of studying them don't always agree on its passages, let alone laypeople. Much like the Constitution of the United States, in fact, except I haven't heard of people killing each other in its name because that document says nothing of purging anyone, nonbeliever or otherwise. I'm not saying democracy is the answer - its track record is checkered at best - but I'm down with a malleable courts system, freedom of and from religion, and not having my fashion choices criticized with stoning.
aruan: (sometimes I just need to sit)
Coveting Thy Neighbor's Condo | The New York Times

I found this article fascinating. Maybe it's because of having spent the past three months in turns ogling the gorgeous, airy apartments that the first wave of employees to Abu Dhabi got, and staring longingly at their candle holders, wishing for any space of my own to have such a definitive home-indicating item. Maybe it's always having dreamed of living in New York, anywhere in any conditions as long as it was somewhere in the city, but knowing it'll never happen with the money even we as a couple make. Maybe because my mother was in the real estate business as a broker until about nine months ago when the Florida market all but disappeared overnight.

Or maybe the reason why all the wistful longing for a spa bathroom and Zen gardens drove me up the wall was that affording any sort of property slips further out of reach for an alarming number of people (myself included in most markets) every day. )

Or maybe all this is because I hate planned green spaces and am bitter about this apartment not having a single square inch of closet space.
aruan: (no Earth-bound misfit I)
As in any good market-driven economy stores here in the UAE need to make money. Making something illegal, especially something highly anticipated that they've already ordered tons of, isn't likely to keep them from selling it.

Which is to say, Mike walked into a Dubai video games retailer yesterday and asked a clerk for Grand Theft Auto IV. As he tells it, the man's customer service smile slipped and he seemed to get a little shorter. He went behind the counter and had a spirited, if whispered, discussion with the rest of the staff, then disappeared into the back of the store for a long minute. However, at the end of the day, Mike walked out with the game for the relatively low black-market price of Dh300 (about $82).

Personally, I couldn't care less about the game, but the fact that we can get it here means a lot to me as a believer in not making people give up their lifestyle because they move to a new neighborhood (with the inherent so-long-as-it-doesn't-hurt-others clause). In all fairness (and the reason I can imagine living here for a long time) the UAE government is pretty good about that - we have liquor stores, special sections that carry pork products in some markets, access to (some) Western television, relatively minimal Internet filtering. Now if we could only get that weather thing handled...
aruan: (big boy with a big gun)
I'm falling asleep at my desk because after packing for the past two days, we moved all of our this-side-of-the-worldly belongings into the new apartment over three hours this morning. For dinner, I wanted Cosi, because they serve coffee instead of just Nescafe like every traditional restaurant in the area (does Islam frown on caffeine too?) But upon calling, I'm kindly informed that "we don't deliver today." Huh? That's not even comprehensible to me.

Also, the abominable security woman at the front desk made me put my purse through the X-ray machine again today, after laying off a couple weeks into our starting work. It's not the time but the principle of the thing - what reason would I possibly have to jeopardize my job? Why haven't I done it, say, before the launch of the paper if sabotage was my intention? If she does it again I'm pitching a fit. Grr!
aruan: (ohgodWHY)
After a lot of drama involving the electricity in our otherwise would-be apartment building, we got letters today to get our power turned on at the Abu Dhabi Distribution Center. The way it works here is that instead of running a credit check since so many people don't have any sort of history with credit cards or subscription services, we need our company to vouch for our stable employment.

Unless you're a married woman, in which case your own employment is not good enough no matter how glowing a recommendation of your earning potential. Brandon had to leave his shift at work to get a taxi during the busiest time of day to sign a piece of paper I filled out otherwise.

It's fairly rare to be reminded that we live in the Middle East, but this was a big one.
aruan: (this is my church)
Another colleague will be joining us next week, and boss Rob asked around the desk what advice us oldtimers have to offer, things we wish we'd taken care of or brought with us, etc. I made a short list. Please note that Abu Dhabi is a much more liberal and commercially open enclave (think Epcot's World Showcase) than most of the Middle East (or most of the UAE for that matter), and these tips are not all-encompassing should you, say, make the sad mistake of moving to Saudi Arabia.

This desert life )

That's my three months' worth of wisdom. If anyone has tips on bearing with the heat, please share.
aruan: (not my bag)
UGH. Abu Dhabi reached 100 degrees on April 1, but today felt like a reprise with bonus humidity. Let me tell you how much fun it was to walk from my arctic hotel room, where I keep moisturizer in three strategic places, into the AQUARIUM of the outdoors. Now, I came here from Florida so neither concept is new, but I swear it was like being smothered with a wet towel the entire walk to Mike's car. Good thing I didn't have to hail a cab.

Our lunch excursion was rewarded with a preview of the Red Bull Air Race that begins properly on Thursday. The gigantic inflatable buoys have been in the bay for days, and the huge Hollywood sign-esque display erected last weekend, but today the stunt planes were practicing swoops and dives and spins between the pylons, skimming the water then flipping sideways and roaring past the Marina Mall picture window where we ate. Our work schedule was pushed back to 4 p.m. this week, which means we can get in a good two hours of fun.
aruan: (rockin' the space-time continuum)
After nearly three months of training, dry runs, long nights and all the other assorted pleasures of starting up a newspaper, management thought we could use some an open bar and catering to celebrate. It was a lovely affair, chronicled with yellow-tinged flash-free photographs here!

UGH.

Apr. 1st, 2008 03:56 pm
aruan: (Default)
Carpooling registration to be made compulsory | Khaleej Times

Possibly the dumbest thing I've heard all week. You're fining carpoolers in a city already stretched to the breaking point by congestion that will only get worse as it gets hotter and more people rely on more cars because there is no public transit? Seriously, what bus service there is here posts no schedules, or even a list of stops. And the Roads and Transport Authority's solution is applications and this:

"Once we get the information, we would first evaluate it and investigations would be conducted. Investigations would be intensive and could take time."

When I mentioned feeling like we're back in elementary school needing signed permission slips to do anything, I wasn't exaggerating.

!!!

Mar. 27th, 2008 03:49 pm
aruan: (rockin' the space-time continuum)
Behind me just now, thankfully watching my colleague's work instead of my juggling a photo to every corner of the page, was the crown prince of Abu Dhabi! Among other things, Sheikh Mohammed bin Zayed helmed the bankrolling of the paper.

Regrettably, I was wearing an enviably stylish if traditionally frowned-upon fitted T-shirt with Warhol-style prints of the Eiffel Tower on it at the time. But I'm sure he understood - it is after all Thursday.
aruan: (not my bag)
This would be hilarious were it not for our deputy editor's recent un-Photoshopped ordeal with a balcony he would not be able to access without some acrobatics:

When I first agreed to take the flat, back in early November for heaven's sake, its great selling point seemed to be the wonderful wraparound terrace. But recently a minor snag presented itself. There's no way out on to it, unless you feel like climbing through windows or abseiling from the roof.

Needless to say, he has since found more suitable accommodations. In the meantime, we remain homeless, but there are persistent rumors that we'll be handed keys on Thursday afternoon to kick off the weekend. One can only hope.
aruan: (big boy with a big gun)
I founded a new circle of hell dedicated to people who jump taxi queues.

Was doing my usual block-long walk scouring for a cab today, running late like you sometimes do when no piece of clothing you own looks right. Out of desperation and uncertainty how long my feet would hold up in new heels, I stopped at a taxi stand halfway along. Being only the second of two people waiting, I felt my chances of being at work sometime soon were good.

A cab appears not a minute later, all but prompting me to dance. I'm next! Is this a magical spot? So I step up, practically bouncing with happiness, when a Filipino woman (this is important to note, as NOBODY messes with Emirati women no matter what they do) walks past and stops maybe 10 feet ahead of me, then looks back dismissively. I think, Don't think so, lady. And when a taxi does pull up, stopping closer to her, I rush ahead and block her getting in, pointedly noting I was there first (the likelihood of her understanding English being very high, in my experience). I tell the driver jareedat al etihad.

Nothing. He just looks at me in the rearview mirror, shaking his head and repeating no, no, no, no. I try this two more times before realizing it's not worth the toll on my blood pressure and get out. Thankfully, another taxi was by in a minute or so, and with Goldfrapp soothing my soul we made it to work.

A colleague suggested I should've pressed my case further, which I would have if not for the reasonable certainty that another cab would be by very soon. Next time, though, it's war.
aruan: (not my bag)
Today, we discovered the practical aspects of Abu Dhabi's towering concrete jungle besides overpriced apartments: protection from the sun, which is coming to bear down nicely, thanks, and shelter from wind, which is sandy even when a sandstorm isn't going on. Tomorrow? A sturdy parasol.
aruan: (where do I start where do I begin)
My cab driver this afternoon would not believe that I am from the US yet do not own a house, let alone a car. I could try to explain about property values and taxes, entry-level wages and everything else that makes it next to impossible to own a home in Florida at the age of 25, married or not. But mostly I'm just tired of reminding everyone that American movies and TV represent the average American about as well as movies and TV from any country represent its own middle class.

While we're on the subject, I'd like to also remind the world that Bush was "elected" by at most 50 percent of voters, support for the war in Iraq is at 40 percent, and most of us don't make a pastime of browbeating people about how America is the greatest country ever. Really, many of us are deeply embarrassed by the state of our nation and do not hold with the current administration's policies on everything from gay marriage to foreign policy. We're looking forward to this election as much as everybody else.
aruan: (this is my church)
Raids on mixed-sex housing under way in Sharjah | Gulf News

Sharjah is the most conservative of the UAE's seven emirates. There, you could be arrested for being with a member of the opposite sex not your spouse or relative, having a tattoo and possessing pornography, alcohol or a dog (considered highly unclean in Islam). Now, that is not Abu Dhabi, where people have dogs as pets and stores carry pork (in special areas with highly visible signage). Still, the possibility of the same thing happening here remains as cohabitation is technically illegal. I'm suddenly very glad we didn't brush off the warning about that and stepped up the marriage plans.
aruan: (ohgodWHY)
One of the deputy editors just came through lamenting that his life is in shambles. Turns out, he has two kids attending school in the States, and he's been trying to get them enrolled somewhere in Abu Dhabi for weeks and weeks. So today he gets a phone call from the education ministry telling him to have his kids in the country by Sunday for aptitude tests.

We wake up every day expecting the equivalent of a surprise jury duty notice, but for everything.
aruan: (did I leave the artifact on?)
Thursday, March 20, is the birthday of Mohammed (pbuh) and it will be a day off for all staff. We return to work on Easter Sunday.

Related point of fact: the UAE is 96 percent Muslim. Additionally, PBUH is short for "peace be upon him," which must be included after any mention, written or spoken, of Mohammed when not preceded by "prophet."

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