Contradictions

There are a few things that I never understood (and could not get an answer that would satisfy me) in my own country, so I cannot imagine how outsiders might feel. One of them is… how on earth rice became a national dish, when the stuff is not grown in the peninsula?

The second, which is the most debated issue, is the segregation between males and females. One, because anyone from outside of Saudi can look at a picture of the Ka’ba, and see males and females around the clock going around the Ka’ba in the counter clockwise motion of the ritual. No segregation, and at times when it is really crowded shoulders bump into each other… and life goes on.
AL-Haram Mosque Makkah Al Mukkaramah

Yet not even a few meters away from the Ka’ba, segregation is enforced. I can understand it happening during prayers, most religions do that… but then it seems the further away from the Ka’ba the more segregation occurs.

As any place with thousands of visitors every day, a parking space is hard to find in Makkah, and expensive, add to that the mountinous nature of the area. So people, at least those who know the ins and outs of Makkah usually park their cars a little further away, and take a taxi or a bus. A few years ago we developed a habit of parking at a hotel, and taking their shuttle to the Haram.

On the way there, my wife sat next to me with our son in my lap. After finishing and heading back to the hotel, we got on the shuttle. There are security guys who make sure you are eligible to ride the bus, usually the stub from the automated gate at the hotel’s parking lot, so after showing it, and sitting down in the same arraignment we came in, the guard snapped his fingers at my wife and told her to go to the back of the bus with all the women… and before I could say anything, my wife exploded in his face telling him that he has no right to tell her where to sit, and that she is sitting next to me with our child… she exploded with such furry that he started to stutter, I think a woman never spoke to him that way before, let alone scold him like that. All I had to do was give him the “look“. Once he got out of the bus, bewildered at what just happened, I looked at my wife and smiled (trying not to laugh)… I told her I was going to say something to the guy before she turned all Saudi Rosa Parks on him, but she had already burned him, that I almost felt sorry for the guy… however, deep inside we both knew he got what he deserved, I for one know that if she had her face covered he would’ve directed the comment towards me, and probably in a more polite manner. As for my wife, I always knew she could take care of herself, but actually seeing it… made me feel proud of her even more.

Not that busses are not mixed seating to and from the holy areas, here is a picture of a nice looking couple sitting next to each other, but usually because the bus is crowded, they like to segregate the males and the females in the bus to accommodate more people… but then again… we were all cramped next to each other around the Ka’ba… so…

Anyway, the moral of the story is… contradiction, my prediction

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