Thursday, March 31, 2011

Expats and Random Memories of Life-Before-Oman

I met a lovely and large group of expat ladies the other day (I'm not saying where) and I had forgotten how nice it is to be able to be so at ease.

And it is cute when someone compliments my English [cuz they don't know I'm English] when my grammer is slowly detereorating with MOP and his sisters. I no longer conjugate verbs properly, and I used to teach this language, so I feel ashamed of this.

Someone Scotish asked if I was from Scotland because of my accent. I like Scotland so this made me smile. I've never been there though.

Anyways, it was nice to be free. Yes, I did feel more free with them. But not because of anyone suppressing me or anything, but because THEY UNDERSTAND ME! Yes, both my vocabularily (I don't have to be constantly thinking on how to simplify a sentance) and ideas.

Funny thing is, of course, some of them wanted all the dirt on things in Omani culture they don't really get too much time on, things like the headscarf, and what things a women has to do differently than if she wasn't Muslim, and of course any old fashioned complaining about the culture we could come up with me. Believe me, it's good to have an outlet for things. Like WHY CAN'T I RIDE A BIKE?! Indeed, I have many things to complain about. But really, people don't get the headscarf and face veil thing. People were surprised to hear us Western wives find comfort in the niqab/face veil even though we don't always wear it. When we talked of when young girls start to veil someone said "to control them" and I remember having thought that once too. But really, I love my headscarf, I can't tell you how much. It really isn't such a chore to wear after you get used to it. In fact, then it is more an ease, since, well, I like to sleep in, and now, never have to brush my hair if I really don't want to. Pretty scarf? Insta-glam.

Plus the types of questions people ask eachother when they get to know eachother, differ 100% from what Omanis ask me when they get to know me.

I really, really had a good time and am glad I went.

Which reminded me a little of time time I tried to recreate a bit of my Western culture with MOP when we'd first gotten married.

When I was a kid, I went to these Irish dances and music get-togethers called Caleidhs. Actually, I think the Scottish club here in Oman throws them, but of course, due to my beliefs I don't go. I can't dance with any man I'm not related to or in front of men, and I love dancing, so really there's no point. And I can't get drunk so it wouldn't at all be like Caleidhs from back home.

I remember wild times with bands who sing beautifully at the start of the evening and less well at the end cuz everyone except us kids were drinking, even the waiters, and young and old are dancing, and the songs range from bawdy, to funny, to ballads, to romantic laments of loves who were killed or countries that were lost. There were a few every year and I looked forward to them.
A highlight is when my sis and I got to see Mairead Nesbitt preform. Her jumping in the air, fiddling something feirce and beautiful, and blonde hair flying, I believed in faeries. I understand the tiniest bit of Irish-gaelic, so I enjoy the traditional songs. Or well, did anyway. If my English is going, Gaelic is probably already gone.

So I tried one night to recreate the atmosphere of a Caelidh with MOP, since I was now married, and had meself a lad I could dance with.

'Course MOP has never danced with a girl in his life.

I'm serrious. Never.

Anyways, I got us nice drinks (non-alcoholic), and I put a tonne of CDs that conjured summer nights from my childhood. [Great Big Sea (Newfoundland), The Rovers, other random Newfoundland music (and no, I am not from there), Fionnualla, and a few other Celtic compositions]. MOP and I danced [kind of]. It ended up me dancing and MOP stomping and stepping on me, but he was good at spinning. Really, really isn't the same without a live bit of music and entertainers and a room full of people really. And I don't think I can get a room full of Omani girls to pull it off, though I managed [almost once] with a Saudi girl and a Scottish one;D

Anyways... this post doesn't seem to be ending so I'll stop here.

Expat readers of this blog, which things do you tend to miss randomly, and strangely from your lives back out of Oman?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Response to Segregation at SQU Post by Sultanate Social

I just finished reading Sultanate Social's disappointed opinion on how Sultan Qaboos University is laid out, and on banning the face veil (aka niqab) in educational institutions.

I disagreed entirely. I didn't want to hijack her comments section so I am writing my own blog post in response.

Blogger Victoria states she was "surprised" that "there are two revolving doors… and on one it says 'Male' and on the other 'Female'" and "that the lifts have the same thing." Also "the library study areas" have "one side… for males and one for females. And the same thing in the cafeteria."

I don't exactly understand the surprise though perhaps our shared non-muslim expat readers might or women commonly confounded by the weight of Dhofari/Omani culture?

Before you disagree with me on how you think things should be according to what you would want for yourself…

No. 1: dear non-muslim readers, please, Muslim women are in general, very tired of you trying and tell them how they should live and what is right for them. Even the most suppressed of women already know how they want to live… that is usually NOT their problem.

No. 2: dear Dhofari women (or Omani woman---but usually from those I have spoken to, women immersed in Dhofari culture) oppressed by your patriarchal family society. Live according to Islam not your tribe's ways or culture alone, ect. Stick up for yourselves! Do not, because you are unable to fight your own father to take off your niqab, have it banned for Omani girls who fight their tribe to be allowed to wear it. Indeed, where my Omani in laws are from, niqab/facial veiling is not part of the culture, and we have to be brave still to wear it.

If you family is so wrong in Islam, and so backwards, go forwards without them. Sultan Qaboos' government does support you in this. This could be your time.

[and before anyone says, you don't know what you're talking about: I personally left my family and what was bad in my culture behind and suffered for it but won myself a life I feel proud of, and freedom to live according to what I believe is right. My husband, Omani, is doing the same. Until you are willing to change yourself, and then, where you live and come from, that means, from the home, before the street… You're simply not able to comprehend a change anywhere more significant without taking others backwards or being ill-equipped to speak for the rest].

Now that's dealt with…

As one blog commentator, Rebecca, aptly responded on Victoria's post, SQU is an institution built for Omanis, to accommodate Omani students in their studies, and to be thus accommodating, takes their culture into consideration. Whether agree with Islamic culture or not, Omanis, on the overwhelming majority, do.

Rebecca: "When SQU was being planned in the early 1980s it was the sultan's wish that girls from all over Oman should have equal access to the nation's first university. In the 1970s it was not unheard of for families from more conservative areas to refuse to allow their daughters even to attend single sex schools, let alone entertain the idea of them leaving home to attend a co-ed university. It was therefore decided that by designing SQU in such a way that the sexes could be taught together but move around the university completely separately was the best way of reassuring conservative families that it was 'safe' to send their daughters to university in Muscat. That is why the university has walkways on two levels, two lots of lifts, etc."

I do want to add one thing to Rebecca's comment. It was NOT JUST OMANI PARENTS, but also quite a few intelligent Omani girls of more religious backgrounds, who desired an institution that would also include them.

There are STILL girls at SQU, who qualify for study abroad in Western Universities with scholarships WHO PREFER to stay at SQU, because they do not want to leave the more Islamic environment of SQU. It is a simple fact. Should these girls, who often become the teachers in Omani girl's primary and secondary schools and doctors for Omani women, as well as designers and even civil servants, be excluded despite their academic and future employment potential simply because Oman must cater to a Western idea of what an "enlightened institution" is?

I say no. Victoria sounds to say YES, reasoning, "[SQU is] teaching young adults to be incapable of being in the same space together. So what's going to happen when they have to get a job and actually have to?!"

Well, if you exclude Islamic women (who DO believe men and women should refrain from socializing together for anything other than work and learning) you are in turn relegating them to suppression and ignorance, and the career of sitting at home all day wasting their potential, not they, who desire an academic background so long as it does not compromise their beliefs and principles.

I am not saying that girls who don't believe socializing without a real purpose behind it with men would not be able to ignore the boys as they walk down a shared corridor in SQU. Not at all. What I am saying is, TAKING AWAY THEIR PREFERRED OPTION OF HAVING A SEPARATE AND MORE PRIVATE SPACE OPTION IS POINTLESS. The religious of them would not socialize or walk with the male students ANYWAYS, as they DO, intelligently, but still productively, in their workplaces upon graduation.

My sister in law is one such woman. She is not friends with men. She does not socialize with them. But is she is very professional in her career with male coworkers, gets her job done effectively, communicates what needs to get done effectively and in a friendly but not overt way to male coworkers, and even feel comfortable delegating tasks and being the boss of men. She learnt this at SQU, in a classroom that men and women learn together, but don't necessarily have to sit together.

So in her example, and many such female graduates of SQU, I find Victoria's argument of the SQU layout hindering Omani women from being able to function in a work environment, moot. Besides, women who don't desire to work with men at all, WILL choose a profession, a private at home business, female teacher, female doctor, where they don't have to so much.

I guess Victoria is offended that the students "can't be trusted to go through a door together" that the layout is kind of like "treating is as a sin… encouraging people to be unable to act normally among members of the opposite sex, or if they can riddle them with guilt about doing so."

Actually, the layout has nothing to DO with not trusting the students. Afterall, they sit in the same classrooms and lecture halls together, are allowed to share notes, and debate eachother. Male teachers have female students and likewise. SQU IS NOT segregated. And she does fail to understand the concept of how the Islamic female students use the corridor.

Islamically, female students will NOT allow male students to overhear their private conversations or them laughing, while they will not hesitate to share in the learning process or share notes from lectures, ect. They do not believe it is necessary for the betterment of themselves or society to share these things with strangers who are not part of their personal advancement, so they keep their personal lives separate from their academic and work lives.

And in the more public areas of SQU? There ARE shared corriders, SQU teaching Hospital for one was MANY. Guess what? Religious Omani med students won't be chatting and laughing with the boys in this mixed hall ANYWAYS.

This is not treating any kind of personal mixing as a sin… discouraging these young women from being themselves among men of the opposite sex AT ALL. These women would ISLAMICALLY and PERSONALLY consider it inappropriate behavior for themselves whether you have the separate walkways or not. What these occasional private areas allow the girls to do is have the freedom to be young and themselves where they believe it is okay to, maybe rearrange their headscarf or show their girlfriend her new jeans under her abaya, sing a song, laugh, tell a funny joke.

Let a Muslim woman have her comfort zone and privacy. This is something that we actually desire. The religious Omani male students too. They don't want to overhear about Fatimah's period and Bedriyah's hot new outfit to wear to Fatoum's wedding ;;; (note, I said the RELIGIOUS Omani guysJ).

And to be honest, I've walked all over SQU this last year 2010 and if I was on a boy's corridor or happened to speak to a male student (I occasionally got lost) nobody at ALL tried to tell me "the girl's side is over there". Really. I didn't feel separate at all.

For Omani students… Their Islamic beliefs and principles are part and par of making them comfortable.

SQU was designed with that in mind.

Blog commentator Balquis De Cesare says of social separation of the genders [not educational, or professional environments] is an Islamic principle that "aims to protect both genders" to which Victoria, no Islamic scholar of women's role Islamic history, responded " Which Islamic rule is that? Because I have no knowledge of it. And in what way does it [separation of informal personal lives for SQU sexes] protect both genders?"

Well, I am no Islamic scholar either, but ask ANY OF THE FEMALE ISLAMIC STUDIES STUDENTS at SQU if they want you to get rid of their private corridors, I dare you. THESE WOMEN are studying WHAT the women of their religion would do, and they support having their own private spaces.

For those unaware, I will give you a little Islamic education from the history of the men and women of the Prophet Mohamed's time. Saudi Arabia's gender segregation and enforcement of such is severe and beyond what is called for and exampled in our Muslim histories. I would never want that for Oman or call for it as a Muslim woman who knows the history of the Islamic female nation.


In our Muslim Islamic beliefs, the mixing of men and women is generally for the benefit of society, such as in education, and work. Women in the Prophet Mohamed's time held shop next to the men in the market selling. They attended educational events together at the same time. They lectured eachother educationally, sharing knowledge. Women taught men. Women were taught by men, and this was okay. Women and men debated eachother, they were also allowed to speak to encourage eachother to any good thing, inform eachother, ect.

For example, the most Islamic of ALL teaching institutions and the teaching institution ie university of the Prophet Mohamed's example: the Mosque. It was here that men and women learned to read and write and their histories, and sciences. Women asked questions, women told men things they knew better than the men, or remembered more of [Yay, go Um Salamah aka Hind, one of the Prophet Mohamed's wives, totally AWESOME woman that you were:D].

They mixed in this way, very common to how SQU universities lectures and classrooms are arranged.

But the mixing wasn't them sitting in between eachother, girl boy girl boy boy girl. The women had a section and the men had a section. They started out together but the Prophet Mohamed saw that the men were distracted by a few beautiful women and so he then forever since appointed men and women in these gatherings, that they should stay in groups, men with men, and women with women. So it IS actually an Islamic rule, for anyone who previously had "no knowledge of it".

Additionally, the women didn't laugh or talk or their personal matters in front of the men, nor did the men a great deal, in front of the women, outside of family members and husbands and wives, in such communal spaces. They talked of things that would benefit both sexes, things they could learn from.

Actually, I find SQU to be a very commendable institution in how it is set up according to Shariah without excluding men OR women and giving them the ability to learn and teach eachother.

Apartheid is based on the principle of excluding a social set, or of a party of persons being lesser than another part of persons. SQU does neither.

P.S. Women who wear the face veil for religious reasons should have the right to wear it ANYWHERE there are male students or teachers if that is what they believe in. What one wears does not limit their academic potential. If cheating is the true AND sincere problem, female students should be ID'ed by having to lift their veil for a female teacher or exam attendee before being allowed to take the test. Shariah law in fact DOES allow, in fact, makes necessary, the removal of the veil for identification purposes even by a male during testament in a court of law (but after identified the woman must be allowed to put it back on) so for a legal (such as borders, customs, driver's lisence ect), or academic (for identification before an exam) I do not see why the fatwa (religious ruling) would be any different. GIVE WOMEN THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN AND WHAT THEY WEAR!!!!!!!!!! The only thing about the veil that is inappropriate is peoples ignorance on how to deal with it under Islamic law, which would certainly satisfy U.S border customs, as much as it would the Montreal Driver's Licenses Board in Canada, the passport office in the U.K., or any concern of educational officials about cheating in Oman.

Some students wear earpieces or tape recorders under their turbans and hijabs as well. You don't make those banned from the University do you? And I taught English here in Oman before. Those were always good hiding places for cheaters.

No… what you do is…. Check 'em!

Why is it always women who veil their faces are always the terrorists hiding the bombs or the only most-likely cheating culprits, hmmm??? Prejudiced much [not Victoria, of Sultanate Social, I mean the perception of the majority in general]. BTW, veiled SQU speaker and rolemodel of mine late Saudi blogger (pictured in the niqab above post) Hadeel Alhodaif [google her] PROVES that niqab/face veil that doesn't stop of a woman from being useful OR genuine in an accademic environment, or lessen her ability to speak her mind and say what must be said.

Sultanate Social's article:

Alternative Apartheid

I went to Sultan Qaboos University recently, a friend took me on a tour around the library. So as we were going in there are two revolving doors...and on one it says 'Male' and on the other 'Female', which surprised me. Then, I saw that the lifts have the same thing. Then again in the library study areas one side is for males and one for females. And the same thing in the cafeteria. I find this ridiculous. This is supposed to be an enlightened institution, with some of the brightest people in the country...and they can't be trusted to go through a door together?! So you are teaching young adults to be incapable of being in the same space together. So what's going to happen when they have to get a job and actually have to ?! Treating it as a sin is just encouraging people to be unable to act normally among members of the opposite sex, or if they can, riddle them with guilt about doing so. It reminded me of something I heard about some people protesting to allow the burqa back at Dhofar University. I hope they don't succumb to this demand, it would be a HUGE step backwards. Really, if you want to wear the burqa at university, perhaps you shouldn't even be going to university. And its false to blame it on the way men treat women, that is just a weak person's excuse. Wearing the burqa is only going to augment sexist attitudes (for many reasons which I'm not getting into now). Rather than accept bad behaviour because "thats the way men are", they should be trying to change it. (And in actual fact from what I've heard, girl's behaviour is often every bit as bad as boy's, if not worse!) Don't get me wrong, I'm not necessarily anti-burqa. I believe in choice. But its inappropriate in certain places, and is unfortunately often surrounded by this damaging mentality about gender. What does everyone else think?


Olga K. said...

Wow, I've never noticed that about SQU. Yet, their staff facilities are not divided into girl-boy swimming pools or basketball courts, so I guess as long as they are "mingling" in their own time-its acceptable? Keeping in mind the spotlight that is being put on empowering women in Oman, I agree with you it is rather pointless to separate the genders in university as women should be encouraged to socialize and to work together with men in this society. That is the only way they will be comfortable, confident and respected in the long run. It works vice-versa as well.

March 29, 2011 10:13 PM

Balqis De Cesare said...

it is an islamic rule which aims to protect them both genders and has nothing to do with enlightenement why one wearing burqa shouldnt go to uni ?

March 30, 2011 2:26 AM

Susan said...

Hi... I've been to SQU a few times and I was surprised as well. What really got me were the male and female 'hallways' (we can't walk down the same hall?!). And when I visited in 2003, there was a 'rule' that males and females couldn't talk to each other in the halls. I was with a group of colleagues (men and women) and an employee at SQU approached me and said 'Don't you know the rules? no standing with men in the halls'. I looked at her blankly and told her I was a visitor. She still insisted! You'll be glad to know it's not the same at private colleges and universties (including Dhofar Uni) that support a more relaxed approach. At Dhofar Uni, it was normal for guys and girls to talk/exchange notes/ and even study together.

March 30, 2011 2:36 AM

Victoria said...

Balqis: Which Islamic rule is that? Because I have no knowledge of it. And in what way does it protect both genders? I will just name one of the many reasons I think the burqa shouldn't be allowed at uni, and that is the reason they banned it at Dhofar uni in the first place; because girls were cheating in their exams by sending someone else in their place. Susan: Strange, I would have expected the government ones to be more relaxed than the private.

March 30, 2011 3:52 AM

Rebecca said...

When SQU was being planned in the early 1980s it was the sultan's wish that girls from all over Oman should have equal access to the nation's first university. In the 1970s it was not unheard of for families from more conservative areas to refuse to allow their daughters even to attend single sex schools, let alone entertain the idea of them leaving home to attend a co-ed university. It was therefore decided that by designing SQU in such a way that the sexes could be taught together but move around the university completely separately was the best way of reassuring conservative families that it was 'safe' to send their daughters to university in Muscat. That is why the university has walkways on two levels, two lots of lifts, etc. It the 1990s the rules were gradually relaxed, but it sounds as though they are being tightened up again.

March 30, 2011 4:40 AM

Balqis De Cesare said...

well cheating is also more unislamic :p If not necessary, mixing with non maharam men is not permissible as it can encourage sin It can but not necessarily I find it strange that they have these rules anyway, as I dont consider Oman as a Muslim country, rather a sort of Islamic secular

March 30, 2011 5:25 AM

Anonymous said...

their country, their rules, to be respected and abided by without complaint as a passing guest in their culture ....

March 30, 2011 6:47 AM

Worst Omani Tour Guide Ever Stories: Wahiba Sands Meltdown

To be honest, when I read about Misadventures in the HR's corporate jaunt out into the desert , I had to ask her if her crappy (pervy) guide was named Mahaned [no KH< not your cousin Mahaned---though that was another misadventure altogether wasn't it?]. Anyways, that sounds about the worst right?

Well, MOP has a friend who is an Omani tour guide. You know, out to Wahiba?

Well, apparently Omani Tour Guide Friend [OTGF from this point of reading onwards] was escorting a snobby bored out of his mind whiny complaining British fellow [BOHMWCB fella]. After four hours straight of whining and complaining already, BOHMWCB fella wanted to know why there was only sand and camels to see after driving all that way out into the desert.

OTGF was understandably fed up. It was, as advertised, a desert afterall. As in, "deserted". If the guy wanted club med, he should have stuck to one of the hotels. But OTGF's inherent break-down in that middle-of-nowhere PROBABLY wasn't listed on the tour company's itinerary for the day.

OTGF threw BOHMWCB fella out of the SUV.
OTGF: "This is the desert! You know what, that means no one and nothing is out here. So you know what? I could run over you right now, and leave you out here, and no one would ever know!"

BOHMWCB fella nearly pee-ed his pants at his traditionally-garbed host threatening to suspend the famed desert-hospitality with a threat of vehicular homicide.

...And OTGF is still employed by his tour agency to this day. Probably because he isn't pervy like Miss Misadventures tour guide, and he can handle a little dune bashing. But obviously, not, the customer is always right policy.

Quote of the Day: "What I'm doing is saving you credit"

I often get mad. Some women eat too many cookies. Others shop too much. My guilty indulgence I suppose, is a very righteous temper. Thus that "46 Reasons I love my Husband" list for MOP. I am supposed to count down from those to resist flinging tissue boxes across the room at him when we have a misunderstanding or something about his culture or my own (not necessarily even him personally) brings he or I to a boil.

I have taken to throwing tissue boxes since I was a child because. a. tissue boxes never break bones, b. they only squish a little, don't break when they land, c. for the Omani edition, they are readily available in almost all circumstances, and d. no one thinks you are insanely violent when you wail one at them, unlike a good many other household or office items. Except maybe your boss. Sadly, I think one could get away with throwing kleenex at their more third world office counterparts in Oman, so long as they weren't your manager or director.

Alhamdulilah, my Omani boss was always one of the most gentle mannered persons ever. Though I did once have some insane Lebnani wannabe manager once. While there was no tissue around to wail at her, I managed to find a directive on printer parchment she had written to tear up and then throw in her general direction while she sipped a latte to announce to the cheers of the Indian and Omani staff that would resign shortly after me "I quit!".

If I restrict myself to tissue boxes, I will be labelled "a child" rather than "a psycho". When I am angry, I guess am okay with that.

This is not something I am proud of by the way, it is just matter of fact. It is something I acknowledge and warn future close friends of upfront. At first they are always like, "OPNO is so sweet and tiny and gentle."

Yeah huh, that's why I think it is fair to warn you before you decide to know me and like me anyways.

Those long time aquaintences who have survived, this they know.

MOP acknowledges my temper. He says it is one of my "charms". He, most of the time, thinks it is cute. He's overly patient and forgiving so I know I lucked out. He's the only one "charmed" I'm sure.

No, I'm not bragging. This post will have a point at some point.

So anyways, the other day I was fighting with someone over the phone about something that concerned us both no longer a matter of concern. I was righteously angry, because I was righteously "right" as per usual [so the other party will say], and to be honest, I was doing my best to control my anger. I didn't want to say anything I didn't mean as I am want to do in a rage, so I texted that I didn't want to talk. But they [the other party] annoyingly, kept ringing me up.

So I kept closing the phone. Which is rude, sure, but insulting them for no good reason and not in the context of our fight? Worse, right.

Mean nasty things said last longer than tissue boxes thrown I assure you. In the words of Thumper's mother [Disney Movie "Bambi"]: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all."

So I am improving.

To which my hang-ups aggravated the already aggravated party to accuse me of hanging up on them. Which I was not about to admit to. They were rudely phone stalking me afterall, about an issue that was their fault to start with nonetheless.

So I decided to play it all off, like I was concerned with the ammount they were giving it up to Omanmobile for and coyly texted them back:

"I'm not hanging up in your face. What I'm doing is saving you credit."

Uh huh. Cuz when I am angry, I am thaaaaaaaaaaat smooooth.

Like tissue;D

Yeah, I know, I need help.

Monday, March 21, 2011

OPNO BeautyBasics: Tips for Surviving Oman

#1 thing you will notice is that the heat and combined humidity in Muscat plus the hard water from your tap will wreak havoc on your hair's condition. Some women actually experience thinning. The first thing you can do to lessen the thinning is to not tie your back too high.
#2 thing you can do is if you have bangs, is to never tie them back with your pony-tail. This can make your hairline recede. Pin them instead.
#3 thing you can do is avoid elastic hair ties, instead opt for tooth clip combs (again, not pinning your hair too high) or fabric scrunchies which are gentler on the hair.#4 Use a gentle shampoo like Johnson&Johnson's baby formula and pat it into your scalp rather than rubbing.
#5 Always condition but read the ingredients list on your conditioner bottle carefully before buying. Make sure it does not contain "sodium" aka "salt" anything because this dries your hair out and causes breakage. Of course, hair dye containing amonia or peroxide will ALSO cuase extensive drying out and encourage breakage so steer clear, but traditional middleastern henna ACTUALLY THICKENS THE HAIR SHAFT so ask around to see if this could be an option for you. To fight frizz, a light (sodium-free!) leave-in conditioner is great.

OPNO's pick for the best mascara in the middleeast is Kanebo 38*C. It can only be washed off with water 38*c or warmer and will not melt off in the heat alone, or even come off if you cry. Plus its wonderful formula does not clump. Lovely coverage, and no under-eye shadows unless you wear it in the jacuzzi. OPNO's pick for the best eyeliner? Guerlain Kohl. Because it looks, and is applied, like traditional Arabic kohl. If you wanna know how, just go to and type in "Guerlain kohl" and you'll find vids showing you how it is applied.

For skincare I use sunscreen, and if my lips get cracked from dry I rub them with vaseline or burt's bees chapstick. I avoid foundation for all but the most special of occasions, and instead lightly apply Yardley talcum powder to dry up the oil from sunscreen. I DO use concealer on problem spots like undereye circles, and use Maybelline's Deammouse foundation for that, but I find powder necessary to set it in the heat, so a light dusting of yardley or Johnson's Baby Powder is much kinder on the pores than real foundation powder.

for Curious, who asked, "Where Are You From?"

Well, 2 OPNO girls, out of four, are originally from here;p

Thursday, March 17, 2011

TO MOP, and 46 things I can say to myself when I get annoyed at my husband

  1. I love you because you asked to marry me & loved me even before you tried to hold my hand or asked what my haircolour is.
  2. I love you because you didn't give up on trying to marry me even when it was against the law of your country. If the God you believe in didn't make it a law, then you didn't believe it meant anything important.
  3. I love that you loved me because I loved my religion, because I had thoughts about it, not just because I wore an "abaya".
  4. I love that you learned English so that you could talk to me.
  5. I love that you could have married younger (even virginal) and more beautiful girls than me who loved you and that for some reason you chose me to change you life around for me.
  6. I love that you sold your land so that you could buy a car to drive half way across the country to see me just walk from my driver's car door to the door of my villa for a couple of minutes.
  7. I love that you fought your family and villages' prejudices over what a white Western woman might be and did not just follow your mother as most Omanis would, when she was wrong about me.
  8. I love that you love your traditions but do not look down on mine.
  9. I love that you get jealous of waiters in restaurants when they bring me my order, lol.
  10. I love that you offered me an Omani maher that of course I did not need and would not take, and tried to pay for everything when you could, but were not too arogant to refuse me when I wanted help when you had not.
  11. I love that you buy me candy or juice at every gas station we ever stop at if you can afford to.
  12. I love that you like mishakeek and walking in new places as much as me.
  13. I love that you prefer dishdasha over Western clothes and musayr over kuma, and at the same time, you let me choose to wear abaya as I like, and would support me if I chose to wear the face veil, or a bright pink headscarf, either way.
  14. I love that your village is still zanily colourful in an authentic way, like a real-life Ballykissangel, but Omani, not BBC Irish.
  15. I love that you don't care what car we drive so long as it is strong and not expensive on gas, though I know you still dream like all Omani guys.
  16. I love that you like to be healthy, which well, I don't, but I admire you for it, just the same.
  17. I love that you love running with me on the beach.
  18. I love that you like to go out with me anywhere and follow me even on the longest of dull window browsing shopping sprees in good humour, even if it just means that you are jealous.
  19. I love that you send me funny mispelled text messages all the time and the funny.
  20. I love you for being patient with my very fiery temper.
  21. I love you because you always want to watch tv with me and that means finding something we agree on or turning the set off.
  22. I love you because you wrote me a poem once in Arabic that I couldn't read and sounded very horribly written when translated to English but that all of my Arab friends said was good, and since one of them stole it off my mobile and sent it to his wife, I guess it must have been.
  23. I love that you sing traditional Omani songs whenever you are bored or happy.
  24. I love that you prefer to spend time with me more than with your shebab.
  25. I love that you try to sneak out of work early to see me or make me lunch.
  26. I love that while in your culture Omani men aren't supposed to be in the kitchen, that you can take care of yourself and me too, and don't mind helping out.
  27. I love that you take me on adventures and camping trips, and my friends, and my workmates, and translate for us, and get all the English expats we know well out of trouble.
  28. I love that you love to help tourists because you love Oman.
  29. I love that when I take the time to make a meal you always make time to sit down for it.
  30. I love that you like my cooking.
  31. I love that you rarely complain and don't seem bored by my ranting.
  32. I love that you try to bring me a flower everyday, even if you stop along the highway and steal it from the Balladiya;p
  33. I love that you want to live in the same house your family has for hundreds of years.
  34. I love you because you can be hard-working, and you don't like the government to take care of you, and you don't feel you deserve money for nothing.
  35. I love that when you have enough, you try to make sure everyone around you does too.
  36. I love that the family maid said you were a good man and that you make sure that she is cared for nicely when no one had ever prompted her to say this to me and she did not know who I was. That says something about your character.
  37. I loved that you lived with the beduoin for a short time in your life long enough to admire the simple things.
  38. I love that you lived in the city enough to know there are many people to learn from, and that change is not always bad, and that new is not always best.
  39. I love the fact that you have never ridden and camel and I have.
  40. I love that you shoot lizards in my bedroom and crazy stuff like that from time to time so I can write it on my blog.
  41. I love that you sit through boring lectures with me just cuz you want to spend time with me even if I am stuck working.
  42. I love that you secret hobby/passion is painting
  43. I love that you know how to fight with a sword, shoot an arrow, and fire an old musket. Cuz you never know when that might come in handy.
  44. I love it when you tell me stories, whether they really happened or not.
  45. I love that you rescue my cat when she climbs too high.
  46. I love that you suck at fishing, because I don't eat fish. But hanging out in the sun sipping Guava juice while you fish is fun.

True Story: The Other Night I Woke Up To Gunshots in my Bedroom

You will not believe this, unless you too, are married to an Omani from where my husband is from, but last night I woke up suddenly to the sound of gunshots in my bedroom. Yes, multiple gunshots.

And no, it wasn't the TV.

For the next 2 hours after the incident my nostrils burnt faintly with the smell of gunpowder and spent shell casings.

I being OPNO, of course, went soundly back to sleep shortly after the incident. Afterall, after living in Oman this long, I am no longer afraid of driving with people who go 150 mph while not wearing seatbelts and not even looking out the front window, and of course, my experiences of escaping from would-be molester taxi drivers, and dealing with a corrupt ROP officer (and the ROP officer was just my first week back in Oman;p). People who know me have a saying, that if anything bad is going to happen it is going happen to this OPNO. Who will, of course, escape/and/or be rescued just in the nick of time.

But don't worry, this is not really one of those stories.

Two things you should know before I begin my tale.

Number one, while I am not afraid of very many things, including scorpians, spiders, vipers, Omani driving, and sitting through two hours of that horrible Arabic soap opera about that woman who accidently managed to marry 5 men at the same time, I am... horribly afraid of those lizards that make clicking sounds. And yes, I know, they don't even bite, and are only poisonous if you accidently cook them up in the bottom of massive batch of harees and serve it up at a wedding by mistake, sending over forty people to the Royal Hosiptal... but, well, they creep me out.

Number 2 thing you must know... In my husband's village it has been lamented that young men are not what they used to be. They used to never go out of their homes without their khanjar dagger strapped on, and carrying their assa stick. If you were poor, at least you'd stick a knife through your belt to try to look presentable. And if you were visiting another village you'd strap you old rifle on as well as two belts of bullets to make your way, even if you were just going to the next village to sell your vegetables.

I, in my way, and with my experience with taxi drivers, follow this rule. I always have a massively heavy object to wail at somebody's head if they try to grab my leg or something, plus it works wonders to open windows. I told you. Am a tough girl. Which almost nobody expects.

But tongue-clicking creepy lizards still freak me out.

For most of Oman, and Omanis, those days are gone. But my husband is from an old family and he grew up doing things the old fashioned way which means he still has his ancient family khanjar and assa with us in the car when we go out, and we have a rifle.

Well, the other night, as I was getting dressed for bed, I jumped right out of my skin because I saw (and heard) my arch-nemesis, the old yellow tongue-clicker reptile.

I screamed and threw a date-palm frond broom at it, but it, of course, eluded my cowardly attempt and scaled to the ceiling, where it stared down, at me, clicking.

I told MOP (my Omani husband) about it, saying I couldn't sleep if I knew it was up there, watching me, and clicking.

So he said, go to bed, I'll take care of it.

Well, back in the West when I was little girl and scared of poisonous black widow spiders (only cuz their bite can kill you and if it doesn't is as excrutiaingly painful as giving birth---and it was a rule in my house not to touch them) I would yell for my Daddy to come save me, and he'd place a jar over the spider and slide a piece of paper underneath and/or squish it with a shoe. Which is what I obviously thought MOP would do, because I finished getting dressed, and slipped into bed.

Half asleep I heard,

"Kaboom!" "Kaboom!" and splinters of the plaster/cement of the walls flew at me.

My little creepy lizard fell dead, and MOP put his rifle aside proudly as he got up from the side of the bed to retrieve the lizard carcass in a piece of kleenex.

MOP beamed at me and tried to shove the dead thing rolled in tissue under my face. My husband, beaming proudly at me, and trying to force my to look at the dead thing in his hand, said, "Look habibti! I got it right through the eye!"

I resisted saying, "Love, we rent you know?"

Oman.... Cooooooooooouldn't make it up if you tried.
Somehow I feel this is one story I will leave out when I introduce MOP to my "Daddy" from back West.

Khaleeji Designer Abaya Brands: Khadija Al Lamki 'Kawashi'

Boutique 'Kawashi' located here in Muscat Oman, in Madinat Qaboos. Designer Khadija Al Lamki specilizes in the use of high quality signature silks and scouts her embellishments from countries all over the world, resulting in intricate abaya constructions. She is a regular on the Dubai design circuit.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Random Magazine Eye-Candy from Mags sold in Oman to expats and local women alike-at least to me

Olivia Palermo in DAS abaya.Who doesn't agree with me that designer Hind Belhaafa of Daas revolutionized the abaya?
Who DOESN'T agree with me that Olivia Palermo is the chicest thing since Audrey Hepburn?
I like al Mara but it needs more of its photo spreads. I like that the articles are in both Arabic AND English, and are aimed at both local AND expat women. End of article and sloshing the screen with photos from my desktop. I should sleep but I have become an insomniac.