For Christmas a year or so ago, I was given a
book called Eats,
Shoots and Leaves, an amusing commentary on grammatical correctness. It dealt with the confusion that can result when
punctuation is either left out or added incorrectly. In an entirely readable
manner, it explained such things as the Oxford Comma, making it seem as plain as
the nose on your face to those who had either never heard of it, or just never
grasped it.
I often think of Eats, Shoots and Leaves as I’m driving round and about Riyadh. In
particular, it’s the errant possessive apostrophe which makes me smile.
Take this for instance.
Then there’s my growing collection of
oxymorons. An oxymoron is a small saying which places two opposites together.
Shakespeare coined the well known oxymoron, “Parting is such sweet sorrow,” in Romeo and Juliet. As in many other
areas of language, his was the masterful touch.
But, back to Riyadh and a far less
masterful touch with language.
I’ve had to tell my driver not to go
through the red lights. We’re becoming used to seeing cars driving towards us
on single-laned carriageway. Then
there’s the triple parking along the motorway on Fridays by any mosque that
happens to be nearby. Or cars veering all over the highway because
the driver has given his seat and steering wheel to his small son. (Never mind that he’s too little to actually see over the wheel.) Or drifting
in the middle of busy traffic. Such dangerous practices are common and acceptable here.
So model driving school? No, just another oxymoron.
This is no doubt a noble sentiment but most
decidedly not something that has anything to do with Saudi. With Cinnabons, and
Krispy Kremes being pretty much the national food here, and 25% of the
population being diabetic, Saudis are most decidedly not diet watchers. Just sit in any food court
and count the number of clinically obese adults and children who walk, or rather
waddle past. It’s terrifically sad but what’s sadder is that the problem is not being addressed. So Dietwatching? No, not happening.
Where do I start with this oxymoron? I guess it
depends on how you define vision. I ‘d like to explain it as a hope for the
future, one that’s progressive and innovative.
Well yes, you can certainly see evidence of
that kind of thinking. The new Metro is an example. No matter that it really
should have happened many years ago, or that Riyadh’s never had any form of
public transport, or that traffic is more of a cataclysmic disaster than ever
now, because of all the excavating. I no longer live in Riyadh, I live in a
construction site, and every day brings new dangers and diversions. This is
life on a cliff edge: absolutely literally a cliff edge, when we drive down Saledin Road beside its increasingly yawning chasms.
And then I think of women in this country
and the word vision becomes an anathema. Women here have no rights, no voice
and no personal freedom. They are not allowed to drive, vote, pursue a real
career or be valued alongside men as equals. Yesterday’s Arab News ran a front
page article about certain restaurants which have now decided to forbid entry
to women on their own. They must be with their mahram. (A mahram is defined as
a responsible male relative. Thus you have the utterly absurd situation of an
elderly family member, perhaps a grandmother, needing signed permission by
a young boy, perhaps her grandson, to travel down the road to a restaurant.)
So if there’s any vision for women here
it’s backward looking. Backward vision? Surely that’s another oxymoron.
My husband however, has just informed me that backward vision's a good thing. This is because it allows him to use an on ramp to exit the motorway just like all the other Saudi drivers alongside him. I suppose, like everything else, it's all a matter of perspective.
My husband however, has just informed me that backward vision's a good thing. This is because it allows him to use an on ramp to exit the motorway just like all the other Saudi drivers alongside him. I suppose, like everything else, it's all a matter of perspective.
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