clarification regarding saudi laws

ok...recently, I've been feeling like a youtube addict. In addition, I'm also feeling an addict on alarabiya.net website.

Today, i read a news piece (http://www.alarabiya.net/Articles/2007/04/25/33871.htm) regarding a saudi woman with her 2 daughters. It appears that she traveled with her daughters to another town for some exams for her daughters. Her husband was sick in the hospital. Well, this lady tried to get a room in a hotel, but she was rejected because she doesn'y have "mo7ram" with her. She had to hav a male relativenfor them to get a room. So she ended up hiring a taxi and paid the driver money so she, and her daughters, could sleep safely.

Few days ago, I came across a story about saudi sexual harrassment against women. so I checked youtube, and found some disturbing videos. In one video, 3 young saudi's (and the 4th is video recording) are harassing 2 veiled women. They were groping them, touching them in all places, and in an instance, one man holds one of the girls from behind, and acting a sexual act that made me just go insane. The girls were begging these guys, crying, and trying to push them away. Finally, one of the guys may have awakened and started pushing the remaining 2 away from the girls as they ran away. The person recording the tape was yelling at they guys to do more to the girls.

Oh..what about the recent forced divorce because of "3adam kafaa2a"? In one case, the court ruled to divorce a saudi woman, against her will, because her brothers complained to the court that the husband is not fit (socially) to be their sister's husband since he was from a different tribe. The problem is this couple have 3 kids. The wife is in jail now because she refused to leave jail, except to her husband's home, whom she loves.

Sometimes I wonder, is islam really behind this? I am a muslim and I never heard such stories except in saudi arabia. Where are these laws coming from?

Ok..maybe some of my friends (and not friends) call me anti-women. Maybe I am to certain extent, allthough I strongly dissagree, but maybe I am unintentioally. But come on people...if women in saudi arabia are deprived from basic humans rights, how can men live happy? They are fathers, how can they approve such thing to their daughters? Whats the freakin reason or rationale behind preventing women from driving? seriously, did the prophet of islam PBUH say "thow shal not allow his woman drive a car or ride a camel"? I'm just going insane regarding this. And divorcing because the husband is not from a desired tribe? how did this evolve from islam?

I feel pitty for saudi girls..I really do.

And for jordanian girls too. Just yesterday, a father was convicted of raping (yes rape) his 2 daughters at the age of 8, and when they turned 15, after continious rape, they complained to the police. Guess what. The gave him six years jail, and because the mother dropped her rights, he got 3 years now in jail. Thats rape people. In the states, he gets many years in jail. And we blame the western laws and civilization? hell no, God bless america and it's judicial system.

Done.

Wicked thoughts

Ok...so I'm married..I know..and I know u know..but..but..ok. Well, I travel alot for business..but mostly in the states. My boss gets to do europe..while I'm stuck in north america. But thats not the problem.us see. I flirt..friendly flirt. I talk the talk, but never walk the walk.

When I was taking care of a french deligate, I took them to this dinner. they were 4, 3 guys, and hot knock out frenchie. I tried as much as possible to restrain my wicked mind from screwing up. But knowing myself, I always fail. So I was flirting with frenchie and talking about so many things. The conversation dragged to the nude beaches of france. My boss was winking at me to shut up, in a funny way. I just couldn't. Then frenchie hit me with the bomb. "you are a ladie's man aren't u". I sat back, paused for a moment, and said "no way..I just love to talk to women" with a wicked smile.

Then I started to flirt with the waitress. do u have a boyfriend" I asked. "yes I do, she answered". I quickly followed up with "well, sit down so I can tell you why you need to dump him". It was a lovely evening and all were laughing. My boss sat back and let me lead the night. When all was done, everyonr was happy.

Then few days later, a supplier took me to lunch. Again, my dilemma happened again. Nikki just looked fine. I asked one of the waitresses about her name. I called her to our table, and she came, eventhough this was not her table. I said "hi there...my name is bo3bo3, and I can figure out ur name with few seconds looking at your eyes" She was suprised when I told her that her name is nikki. So I started chatting with her, and at the end of the day, she gave me a piece of paper with her phone number. Then, I knew that my humor flirt was crossing the line. As always, I showed the paper to my wife and she shook her head saying "ma2oltelak ra7 teeji 3araasak ghazz fehalshaghleh" So now, I can never have lunch at TGIF in indianapolis west side.

I need to slow down..but what can I do. I just love sweet talking women..it's just in me. Nothing serious in my mind and no intentions..but..but..I need to stop this before it's too late.

Ok bo3bo3..think sweet thought..think mansaf..or magloobah with chunks of lamb swimming in the sea of love..I mean sea of rice soaked with eggplant and carrots..think man..think.

I want to die
(inspired by the song Vorreri Morire for Andrea Bocilli)

I want to die..in a field of heavenly grass
Starring at beautiful clouds as they pass
Feeling the western breeze toward me mass
As my soul departs ..leaving me a carcass

I want to die while seeing your smile
Watching you happy and in such style
Feeling your heart beating for a long while
Of happiness, as I walk the long mile

I want to die, while touching your face
Remembering your love, that I still embrace
Sweet memories that I can never erase
Leaving this doomed world, without a trace

I want to die, sitting beneath a tree
A happy ending, for we both agree
A love that is never meant to be
And doomed for failure, I’m glad that you see

But I know my death, as it will be violent
Screams and agony, but never silent
A wicked life, God knows how it was spent
Too late for any recovery, too late to repent

So go ahead, take such miserable soul
You are only leaving, an unnoticeable hole
In a beautiful world ….so magical as a whole
But this soul of mine, is simply out of control

So yes, I want to die..I daily for it, pray
Release my pain, and set me astray
From humanity that is in total dismay
Yes..I want to die..please….show me the way

AAA
4/17/2007