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I went to the bank yesterday. As I am an independant woman (!), I went on my own. Only, as I'd been told my husband's absence could be a problem and I didn't want to lose my - precious! - time, I decided to try the bank's ladies' branch. I only knew, as the name says, that these branches are for women only to go to, but I'd never actually been to one before.
When I approached the tinted glass door, a nice female guard opened the door and greeted me before she locked the door behind me. I entered a nice, clean, spacious office, took my turn and sat down, waiting to be called. After about 2 minutes I was invited to sit down in front of a - female - executive. She was wearing a very elegant suit by the way. As did the rest of the female workers. She greeted me with a smile, took my cheque, handed me a pen to write my name and number on it, took it back, gave me the corresponding amount of money, said ma'a salaama, and off I went!
Boring story eh? Well the reason I shared this, is because this experience took the very last bit of feminism I used to have inside me. I mean, I used to think, why should there be places for ladies only? Are we any different that we can't go to the same bank men go to? But yesterday I understood...! Because, as you probably don't know, some places in Saudi Arabia, especially downtown Jubail, are not quite civilized! So my experience in a regular bank branch used to be: come in, take your turn, stand around for half an hour in the middle of a crowd of stinky workmen, go to the window, don't receive any greeting, barely get looked at or spoken to by the bank assistant, and leave under the stare of the workmen. Not the nicest of experiences, and not one you'd like to repeat.
What would you do? Have I lived in KSA for too long already? Is it time I got back to a country where women are treated without discrimination nor privileges?
Just so you get an idea of downtown Jubail: people queuing in front of a remittance office on a Friday night. |