Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The issue of taking pictures

The Saudi people are notoriously private.  They build homes with walls around them.  As you drive by, you can often see the windows blacked out or covered with paper (on the inside).  In older times, the windows or balconies were covered with wooden fretwork, so that women could look out without being seen.  But the thing that I find interesting is that Saudis, in general,  do not seem to like to have their pictures taken.  People advise you to always ask before you take pictures of anyone, even for faraway crowd shots.  It is especially taboo to take pictures of women.  I know that they are not the only culture that does not like their picture taken, but I am curious about the reason.

I began thinking more on this topic while shopping last week.  At a few clothes stores at the mall, they had large posters of models wearing fashionable clothes.  That part is normal.  The odd thing is that all the faces were blurred (or mosaic'd) out.  You could basically see the face, but it was not clear.  Actually, as you walk around the mall, the advertising posters in the windows all have faces that are blurred.  I took a picture of one.  Here it is below:
 

 
I was looking at it wondering why would they do that.  Were they saving money in not having to pay model fees?  This seemed so ridiculous.  I mentioned this to a friend and she thought that maybe the parent stores were not located in Saudi Arabia, but perhaps another middle eastern country where they were not as strict about having pictures taken of people.  I looked up the parent company of one of these stores and the parent company was located in Bahrain.  Maybe one day, I will get to Bahrain and check out one of these stores to check the theory. 

So then, my next question is whether this is a cultural thing (perhaps a Saudi Arabian Bedouin tribe dislike of pictures) or an Islamic teaching.  I knew that Islam does not like drawings, paintings or sculptures of people.  I knew that it had something to do with not wanting to promote idol worship.  That is why many of the statues were destroyed in Madein Saleh. But what about photography, which is a little different?  And now, with the prevalence of camera phones, I wondered what the thinking actually was about pictures.

It turns out that there is an actual name for the forbidden activity of making drawings, paintings or sculptures of people.  The teaching is that innovating the features of a person is something that only Allah can do.  It is called Tasweer.  I found a website that actually asked questions of an Islamic scholar about picture taking.  His name is Sheikh Ahmad Kutty, a senior lecturer and an Islamic scholar at the Islamic Institute of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.  He said that when photography is a medium of communication or for simply retaining innocent memories without trying to give it the same regard as Allah, it does not fall into the category of Tasweer.

Taking this into account along with the probability that other Muslim cultures do allow advertising posters of models in their stores.  I am pretty sure that I saw this in Istanbul.  And I would imagine that Dubai does also.  So, my conclusion is that this is a not a Muslim norm, but a cultural one.  Therefore, this must be part of the desire for privacy.  It is not a male female issue, because the posters are blurred for both male and female.  So, now, my question is whether this is something that was  something that came about to ensure survival in the desert of the Bedouin tribes or was this precipitated by something more recent.  I think that it must be the former reason because of the statements that I read about in older times (a century ago), the windows had wooden fretwork so that the women could see out without being seen.


My search for answers will continue.  I don't actually get to meet many Saudi Arabian people.  But I do meet other middle eastern ladies on the grocery bus.  Maybe, I will ask them. 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Is Eve buried in Jeddah?

I was reading an English Arab newspaper online and came across a reference to Eve (of Adam and Eve fame) being buried in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.  Jeddah is just a 3 hour drive from where I live. 

I found this interesting and tried to do a little research online.  Many of the articles that I found stated that many historians agree that Eve was buried in Jeddah.  One writer, Abdel-moniem El Shorbagy, says that the three holy books (Torah, Bible and Koran)  state "that Adam and Eve were the first humans created by God to dwell on earth".  So Eve is important to these three major religions.

He says that many historians believe that Adam descended in India and Eve descended in Jeddah and that they met in Arafat, in Makkah, Saudi Arabia, where they lived for a long time.  Historians and archeologists have searched for centuries to locate where they were buried.  He states that they do not know the location of Adam's grave, but Eve's is thought to be in Jeddah.

Jeddah means "grandmother" in the Arabic language and some believe that the city derived its name from Eve, "mother of all humanity".  There is an old cemetery in the Alamariyah district of old Jeddah called Hawa (Eve) where according to Eastern folklore the mother Eve was buried.

El Shorbagy says that historians from the 12th and 13th centuries mentioned that this site contained an extraordinary tomb, 150 meters (492 ft) long by 3 meters (9 ft) wide and 1 meter (3 ft) in height.  Others described it as a dome covering Eve's grave.  The grave remained controversial until King Abdullah ordered its demolition to prevent superstition about the site.  The site is now surrounded by high walls and used as a cemetery for residents of Jeddah.
A picture from 1894:
A picture from 1903:

A picture from 1913:
 
People would come from around the world to the grave even though there is no solid evidence that confirms the identity of the person in the grave. 
 
I found this interesting.  My father in law used to talk about the discovery of Noah's ark.  And now, I may be living relatively near to Eve's tomb.  :)
 
 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Back in the Kingdom

We are back in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, where things are just a bit different.
First of all, flights going into KSA, at least into Yanbu, leave from their destinations in the middle of the night.  We were leaving from Istanbul to fly into Yanbu and that flight left at 1:45 am!  It is inconvenient staying up until that time to take a flight.  It is scheduled to arrive around 6:10 am, which is good, but we circled for about 20 minutes.  There was no other air traffic, no planes landing or taking off.  It was just us.  I think that the control tower or customs or something wasn't open yet, even though we had a scheduled arrival.  The pilot announced that he was going to "attempt" a landing.  I asked Ken, "Did he just say "attempt a landing?".  Interesting....

We got through customs in a very short period of time, which was nice.  The young customs agents were very nice.  We thought that we would be home in 20 minutes because it is not a far drive from the airport.  Well, our driver was not there.  With this car service company, you never know when they are coming.  Ken called the driver and it turns out he was still in bed.  He said that he lived 5 minutes from the airport and would be there in 5 minutes.  Typical.  So, we went to sit on the benches in front of the airport and wait.  It was really quite pleasant.  The temperature here is a little cool-upper 60's-70's degrees F.  Since the air was very clear, we could see the outline of the mountains in the background with the palm trees in the foreground.  A Saudi cab driver  in his thobe ambled over and made idle chit chat, then asked if we needed a ride.  Ken explained that we had a car service coming.  The cab driver said, "Is it ____car service?"  Ken said yes.  The cab driver laughed and said "OK, but if you need a ride, I am right here."  Such is the reputation of that car service.  Ten minutes later, we see a car driving up very quickly, stopping and our driver running up, looking disheveled and probably in the clothes that he had slept in.  Ken and I just laughed.

We got home and our gardener had planted several plants in the empty pots that I had at the back of the villa.  They were all so pretty and it was such a sweet welcome home.  We went inside and the villa smelled of a strong chemical smell.  I think that they may have treated the roof for leaks.  I went around opening the windows.  Luckily, we had just had screens installed 6 weeks ago.  When I opened the kitchen window, I had the view of the beautiful blooming bougainvillea.  Life is full of contrasts.
 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Showing Shane's family New Orleans

This is the last installment about the wedding!  This covers the days touring with Shane's family.
 
December 26th

Shane’s parents, maternal aunt, paternal uncle and wife and two children and boyfriend arrive at the NO airport at 5 pm.  I had rented a 7 passenger van to be able to transport everyone around.  And I had borrowed Anna’s Cadillac Escalade that fits 7 passengers.  That should have been enough because I was picking up 8 people and then Caitlin and I were drivers and Shane and Devin came with us.  That makes 12.  We should have had 2 seats left over.  But with all the luggage, using the trunk areas and some of the seats, we were short one seat.  So, unfortunately, Shane’s young cousin sat on the floor.   We went straight to the hotel to check everyone in.  That was a nightmare checking 12 people in.  I think that we overwhelmed the reception desk. 

That evening was Girls Night Out and Guys Night Out (not quite bachelor party and bachelorette party) for the wedding.  After checking in, everyone had to immediately leave for reservations at 7 pm.  The girls’ dinner reservation was at Café Remoulade, a casual offshoot of Arnaud’s, which was founded in 1918.  There were 15 of us:  Shane, her mom, her two aunts, 2 cousins, Anna, her mother in law, her daughter, her son’s girlfriend, two of my sisters in law, my niece, my daughter and me.  Anna and I were hosting this and we wanted Shane’s family to try Cajun food in a lively atmosphere.  We were running a little bit late and really had to hustle down Bourbon Street to get there. 

And of course, on Bourbon Street, there are always lots of “odd” sights to see-mostly interesting people.  We saw a red devil just casually walking down Bourbon St and also a menacing, alien looking creature. 
 
 Shane’s aunt told me that Bourbon Street reminded her of the area around the Confucius temple in Nanjing, China.  She shocked me when she said it.  I asked her in what manner were they alike.  She said that they were both crowded and noisy.  And that is certainly true about Bourbon St.  J  So, they were able to try roasted oysters, gumbo, red beans, crawfish pie, jambalaya, shrimp remoulade etc., etc.  I asked what they thought and they said that it was good, but salty.  I found that interesting because everyone says that about American style Chinese food.  I did not find the food in China salty. 





 
 
After that, we went for drinks at Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Club, which was very nice.

 

The guys only had one event to go to because Devin wasn’t feeling very well.  He had a sore throat and felt dizzy. They “just” went to Antoine’s, “world-renowned French-Creole cuisine, impeccable service & unique atmosphere have combined to create an unmatched dining experience in New Orleans since 1840”.  J  The guys night out was hosted by Dieter in a private dining room and it included Devin, Dietrich, Jason, Shane’s father, uncle and Shane’s cousin’s boyfriend.  Of course, Antoine’s is fine dining and they had great food, fantastic service as usual and they had the coffee ceremony with Cafe Brulot Diabolique - a coffee-and-brandy drink that's flamed in a dramatic ceremony, and is served in special cups embellished with a little red devil.  After dinner, they were given a tour of Antoine’s, which is impressive.  The guys came back really talking about their experience.

Dec 27th

I organized a tour of Oak Alley Plantation.  In included Shane’s relatives, Ken had now arrived, Shane and Devin and two of Devin’s friends and me.  It was the perfect number because we had 14 spaces in the two cars.  Ken drove one and I drove the other.  I had arranged a guided tour of the mansion, a pre-set lunch of house salad, chicken & sausage gumbo, crawfish etouffee, red beans and rice and dessert.  It was basically another Cajun meal.  J  After dinner, we did self-guided tours of the slave quarters and plantation grounds. 










 

On the way back, we stopped at the Southern Yacht Club.  Dieter wanted us to join him for cocktails.  Ken, Shane, Devin and I slipped out after a drink to go to the wedding venue to check things out and make sure everything was OK.  I watched Devin and Shane practice their wedding dance and it made me cry.  I didn’t want them to see me cry and I turned to walk away.  Devin came over and gave me a hug and then Shane came in and joined the hug.  It was so sweet.

After we finished checking everything, we went back to the Southern Yacht club to pick up everyone where we had left them.  When I entered the bar area, I didn’t see them.  I went out on the patio overlooking the lake thinking they might have gone outside.  They weren’t there.  I wondered if Dieter could have ferried them back and forth to his home, but his Mercedes would only fit 5 people including him.  He would have had to make 3 trips!  I asked the bartender and he said they were on the 2nd floor.  I wondered why they would be on the 2nd floor.  We went downstairs and there was Dieter giving them a tour of the club-the weight room, the maps, etc.  :)

We piled back into our two cars because that night, Anna and Dieter were hosting a buffet style dinner for Shane’s relatives, my friends who had driven in from Houston, two of Devin’s friends and a few of Shane’s friends.  It was about 40 people.  Jason helped Anna to cook.  They did an awesome job.  Everything was delicious and everyone seemed to feel very comfortable. 

Then it was back to the hotel.

December 28th

Anna had found out that the one thing that Shane’s cousin wanted to do in New Orleans was to have beignets at Café du Monde.  In my planning phase, I had thought about taking them there, but decided against it because the tourists line up there all day long and you can wait more than an hour for a table.  And there were 17 of us!  Anna suggested that she go to the Café du Monde in City Park where there are no lines, pick up beignets and deliver them to us.  So that is what she and Dietrich did on Saturday morning.  They delivered the beignets along with about 6 large and 2 small umbrellas because it was raining and this was our day to tour the French Quarter.  L
 
Above is Shane with the leftover packages of beignets.

We walked to the St. Louis Cathedral and toured the inside of it.  Beautiful!



 
Then we walked across the street through Jackson Square.
 
  Usually, the exterior of Jackson Square is teeming with artists.  You can look at their paintings and watch them paint.  They have many diverse styles and it is interesting just to stroll around and look at them.  There are usually performance artists, also.  Well, not that day!  It was pouring down raining!  Next, we walked past the Café du Monde, which still had a long line even in the rain, and then down along the French Market. 
 
We made a U turn and walked back to Moon Walk where we could see the Mississippi River and all the shipping traffic and activity.  Then, we headed to lunch at Drago’s for fresh seafood.  Various members of our group had lobsters (steamed and stuffed),  Drago’s famous charbroiled oysters, crab fingers, Fleur de Lis Shrimp, etc.  Drago’s is incredible!  They are an incredibly popular restaurant.  We walked in there, the 17 of us, and within 10 minutes we had two tables.  We had impeccable service. 
 
 
 

At 2 pm, Ken and I needed to go back to the hotel to get organized to leave early for the wedding to make sure that everything was set for 7 pm.  We put some people in cabs and the rest of us walked back in the rain.

The stretch Escalade limo for 20 people was supposed to arrive at the hotel at 6:15 pm and leave at 6:30 pm.  And the limo was supposed to arrive at 6:30 pm for Shane, her mom, her aunt and a friend and leave at 6:45 pm.  Well, they arrived in reverse order, but everything went fine.

There was a slight hiccup around 6:45 pm, when  I received the phone call that the flower girls were caught in a traffic jam.  So, Shane hung out in the limo until 7:15 when the flower girls arrived.  J  And then the wedding began!!

On the way back to the hotel after the wedding, while driving Anna’s Cadillac Escalade, someone ran into the back of me on the highway when traffic began slowing.  No one was hurt.  The back of the driver’s side of Anna’s car was pushed in.  This was a serious bummer.  The other driver was a stupid young man with a foul mouth and very bad manners.  We waited for about 45 minutes and then the police came to write the report.  This was a bad ending to a great day.

 

December 29th

Shane’s uncle, aunt, 2 cousins and boyfriend flew back home at 7:30 am.  Everyone else was on their own for the morning.  We brought Shane’s father, mother, maternal aunt, Devin and Shane and one of Devin’s friends and a few of Shane’s friends out to Lakeview for 1 pm to go sailing with Dieter, Jason and Dietrich on Dieter’s sailboat on Lake Pontchartrain.  They loved it.  Dieter let everyone have a chance to “steer” the boat.  That night, Anna and Dieter hosted 22 of us at the Southern Yacht Club for a wonderful dinner.
 

 

December 30th

I arranged a tour for 9 of us to take a paddle wheeler riverboat down the Mississippi River past the French Quarter  to the Chalmette Battlefield where the Battle of New Orleans took place in 1815.   Two of Shane’s friends realized that they would not be able to complete the tour and get to the airport in time for their flight, so they bowed out.  The Creole Queen was very accommodating.  After just 2 phone calls, I got my money refunded for their tickets.  The river ride was nice, but cold.  We went inside and enjoyed the sites sipping wine and being warm.  The battlefield was a little bit of a disappointment.  Right before disembarking, they announced that the visitor center and the Malus-Beauregard House (mansion) would not be open.  What was left were displays explaining what happened at the battle, but without the mansion and the visitor center, that part was a letdown.










 

When we disembarked, we headed over to Fulton Street where they had a very pretty Christmas decorations. 

 
 
Ken suggested that the final cuisine choice for that night should be steak.  We made the suggestion and everyone liked it.  We went over to Ruth’s Chris Steak house and just squeezed in before the crowd.  Their food and service was excellent.  Shane’s family said that they loved it and that it was a great choice for the last night together.
 

We walked back through the French Quarter to the hotel and saw a Second Line wedding going down the street!

 

December 31st

We only had one car now that the Escalade had been damaged.  Shane’s father, mother and aunt were spending the last night near the airport.  So, we loaded all the luggage into the rental van for us to bring Shane’s family to that hotel.  They took a cab to it.  We said our sad goodbyes and then Ken and I hustled to the airport to return the rental car and catch our 1:10 pm flight to Houston.

Jan 1st

I searched for a place for us to have our black eyed peas for good luck and cabbage for money.  The BlackEyed Pea Restaurant was a mile away.   Our flight to Istanbul/Yanbu left at 8 pm.  Wedding festivities had come to an end.
 
                                                             THE END