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As I rounded the second stair well my abaya ros (long silky black cloak that sits on your head and covers the whole body) caught under my shoe and ripped. I gripped a large piece of material that I had gathered up and clutched in my fist in order to keep everything precariously fixed upon my head. I knew it could fly off in a second and everything else with it, but that was the least of my concerns. The face cover that was purchased at the open market, had a mere slit for eyes to peer out. In my haphazard departure from the front doors of the apartment building, it had shifted and covered my right eye, allowing vision from only one eye.  None of these details mattered much as I hobbled up the cement stairs, 9 month old attached to my hip, two year old Foof propped upon weary arms and Saleeha grasping at my abaya.  Her high pitched fussing had turned into sobs as she strained to keep up. I was still befuddled as to the reason for this mad chase through the doors and up the stairs of the building, nevertheless I continued shuffling, stumbling and  preventing this parade from careening into the rails and down the stairwell.  I could hear the harrass (doorman and maintenance man) through his nervous giggles trying to reason with the crazed man. He kept repeating in his broken english, “no sir no sir, madam lives here sir”  but it was quite clear nothing would stop this advance.

It had all started as I approached the door to our building and rifled through my diaper bag for the key to the outer door. At that time a man, like any other man, approached me and eventually stepped in front of the doors, blocking my entry. His demeanor was unsettling but not alarming and he made numerous demands that I answer what appeared to be inquiries about my residence. I knew that it was not appropriate for men to engage with females not related through family ties and so I politely explained through broken Arabic that I did not speak the language. This did not suffice and his tone and attitude rapidly escalated from agitation to animosity and hatred. My heart raced as I gathered my little ones next to me, in my arms and behind me. The harras (doorman) then intervened, speaking in bits and pieces of Arabic and English. I took this  opportunity to slide through the doors and up the stairs, relieved that this intruder would now be locked out.

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basic face cover that I wore  

As I made it up to the first landing I heard footsteps that kept a steady click and seemed to accelerate with each raise of voices that now echoed in the halls. The only thing that kept him from catching up to us, was the well meaning harrass who kept repeating his words regarding my place of residence. I tripped and hung onto a small railing near the stairs feeling much like I was climbing a mountain gripping at rocks and plants along the path. The man stepped in front of me several times and I repeated the words I had heard the harrass repeat, “ live here, live here!!” The man now spoke in English and told me “Leave my wife alone go away do not come back!!” As I stood at the top of the third floor quite a mess, but safely to my destination, the invasion stopped cold. I found the key, hands trembling and stuck it in the lock. We entered the apartment and fell into a heap in front of the door. A relief came over me, I ripped off my abaya and face cover and comforted the kids who sat next to me in a daze.

We sat for a few minutes and then it occurred to me that this rampage might just be the beginning. I ran to the kitchen to use the phone ( a recent improvement to the apartment)  and dialed him to a friend’s number.  I told him what had happened in a calm and monotone voice, holding back tears as I knew anything else would be taken as hysteria. He didn’t seem alarmed and questioned me about the man and then let out a hearty laugh. He informed me that this was the new neighbor man he had met weeks before. He had recently brought his bride from Syria to live in an apartment downstairs. He  (husband) had insisted that I go and visit this man’s wife, a  poor, lonely newlywed.  I  made a carrot cake and made my way to her door.  I rang and heard movement behind the door but no answer so I returned the next day with the same routine. It was evident at this time, her husband was the crazed man! I was highly agitated that a good deed and a difficult one for me was met with this response. He (husband) explained to me that this man must have thought I was an unwelcome intruder or a beggar when he saw me in front of the building. He reminded me that visits of this kind needed a message sent beforehand!

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  1. What a fascinating story. How many more you must have from your time living in the Middle East.

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    April 10, 2016
  2. Thank you for sharing your story.

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    April 10, 2016
  3. What a surreal society! Like stepping through the looking glass! And those face coverings always give me the creeps when I see women wearing them. Especially when underneath are expensive trainers and priceless jewels on fingers etc.

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    April 10, 2016
  4. Just plain nutty!!! xoxox Bestie 2

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    April 10, 2016
  5. Life is complicated enough without scary episodes such as this!

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    April 10, 2016
  6. Pan #

    Oh my gosh Lynz, I so want your story in printed book form, to read and reread again.. Even an ebook wouldn’t be good enough.. Your deserves the dignity and prestige of a hardcover novel..
    You had me at every word in this post..

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    April 10, 2016
    • You are so kind Pan, thank you. I have been lazy in writing, kind of down lately so I have not written something new this week. Comments like this give me motivation!

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      April 10, 2016
  7. Pan #

    “Your story”
    Typing too fast again.. 😞

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    April 10, 2016
  8. What a hard and strange society/

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    April 10, 2016
    • It’s very closed and he said that they were probably scared! But still, I had three little kids with me, could have fallen down the stairs with them all!I had a cake with me when I had visited? I doubt a beggar or intruder would bring a cake? haha

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      April 10, 2016
  9. Oh how frightening! I’ve been in a foreign land barely speaking the language and have come up short on knowing some of the customs. It can be very scary. Thankfully you had a good doorman!

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    April 10, 2016
  10. I really don’t know how can you remember again and again those times. But I realized that you’re a very powerful woman, Lynz.
    xoxo

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    April 10, 2016
  11. Heartafire #

    Harrowing tale, such very strange and frightening experience with you little one tagging along! How cruel. You really should strongly consider putting this in hardcover, unless it would somehow endanger you. 😦

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    April 10, 2016
  12. Goodness.

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    April 10, 2016
  13. Lynn, I’m so sure that my friend went through this too when the was living there.
    Leslie

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    April 10, 2016
  14. I would buy your book in a heartbeat!

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    April 10, 2016
  15. Lynn, when you review these stories, do you still feel all the fear of your emotions?

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    April 10, 2016
  16. Crazy men, both of them. He, who you called, had the nerve to laugh after you’ve just been unjustifiably harassed. Sounds like the man who lives there must treat his newlywed wife the same for all you knew. So much for trying to be neighborly.

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    April 10, 2016
  17. Lynn, I don’t know what to say. Thank goodness for the “harrass”, he sounds like a good man. The other 2 could take lessons.

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    April 10, 2016
  18. Horrifying, I would have been scared out of my wits.

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    April 10, 2016
  19. How frightening! It brings home the difficulties faced by not having the language. How awful for you Lyn when you were just trying to do the right thing. One wonders about the life of that poor woman you tried to welcome.

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    April 10, 2016
  20. Wow, that was scary! As frightening as the episode is, having kids along would have made it all the more horrifying for you, Lynz.
    And I agree with Pan, your story deserves to be printed in a book.

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    April 10, 2016
    • Thanks so much, that is so nice of you! Yes I had three tiny kids and navigating with a face cover which I wore for a few months so that was hard.

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      April 10, 2016
  21. Damn I would have been so scared Lynn! Thanks for sharing yet another part of your life. XoXo

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    April 10, 2016
  22. Oh, dear! Now, what happened to the carrot cake? : )

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    April 10, 2016
  23. Dearest Lynn. You are amazing and so, so brave. Thank you for sharing. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    April 10, 2016
  24. That’s some crazy stuff you had to deal with over there! Thank God it is all behind you now. XOXO ❤

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    April 10, 2016
  25. Such a scary incident – this would be terrifying here at home. I can’t imagine it happening somewhere I wasn’t familiar with the language.

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    April 10, 2016
    • It was very weird and scary. Men do not usually approach you in Saudi, it is not the thing to do! This guy was not Saudi but still not a normal thing to do!

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      April 10, 2016
  26. I am speechless

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    April 11, 2016
  27. Bunch of bloody weirdo’s.
    No need to behave like that in any way shape or form yet they do.
    You are so much better off out of it.
    Glad things are normal now and you live in a sensible place with polite people and no purchased spouses…..

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    April 11, 2016
  28. Interesting how different cultures see everyday life differently. I am always amazed with you Lynn in how you handled these difficulties – you are strong. 🙂

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    April 11, 2016
  29. Different cultures and different ideas. Some I don’t understand, which makes me appreciate where I live. I am glad you were able to leave most of that part of your life behind.

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    April 11, 2016
  30. Not only did you have to deal with your own issues at home, but the ‘crazies’ too !!!!

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    April 11, 2016
  31. I can’t imagine how scared you must of been….and HE really was an ass!!!! xxxxkat Beautiful pictures above….so peaceful…..kat

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    April 11, 2016
  32. Lynz,
    You are very brave to share this story and I can understand your fear in sharing your stories, worried perhaps that the educated man, that your husband is, might read these posts, which would expose him. I think though your story is written a little confusingly and in a way that adds intrigue but is a little upside down so to speak. It is only at the end we come to realise that the mad chase up the stairwell was a chase by a furious husband, in response to your visit to their house with a good will gesture, the whole episode being actually orchestrated by your husband, to whom when you narrated your folly, it merited only a hearty guffaw.
    I mean from his attitude and the sadistic pleasure he takes at your discomposure, I cannot wonder why he could not keep a single job and was always or perhaps in search of El Dorado- the elusive land of gold. Perhaps he has a psychiatric illness – one of not living in the present and with dreams of plenty.
    Susie

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    April 11, 2016
    • Wow, this was a wonderful response to what I wrote! I am gaining strength each day in writing and unraveling what happened. I never understood! It was as if he wanted that American dream but then tortured me because I was part of it? I don’t know. My amazing children as well were made to go without! My son was embarrassed to bring friends home because even years later after leaving the fully furnished compound, he refused to move to another compound. They gave him and everyone moving $135,000 Riyals for the year of moving to a new place, he used $45,000 to move to a tiny,unfurnished (older, no facilities and kind of dumpy) compound like setting, rented their old furniture that was broken, glued together and a mess. We were robbed in the middle of the night, a man entered our home,no security out in the neighborhoods of Riyadh.My son was in charge of walking to the street to get items we needed, pharmacy etc. Well he volunteered because we needed things! But, he refused to get him a cheapy cell phone. So, he was out walking around running errands on foot and no way to call us and ask questions about what we needed. Just a silly little thing, but he would not budge or give the kids basic things! My folks always provided things, which again made him mad! When he married his cousin an arab lady, a/c in every room, full furniture, bedroom set, all gadgets, toys, high chair, things he refused me! nice people would hand them down to me! Sorry I still just dont get it! My kids are amazing, smart, creative, funny, amazing!!

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      April 12, 2016
  33. I remember this post vividly.
    My ex-husband spent some time in Saudi and brought back one of those face covers. I told him to get it away from me!

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    April 11, 2016
  34. How frightening and bizarre, Lynn. The poor woman downstairs too. I can’t imagine living with such constant stress. Another harrowing tale.

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    April 12, 2016
  35. Gee, thanks for the warning (sarcasm)….why did it not occur to him to tell you this info beforehand? smh

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    April 12, 2016
    • Yes I know! He was actually mad but wasn’t sure how to write that in. I embarrassed him going down there unannounced and made things awkward!

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      April 12, 2016
  36. Wow Lynn! Such a different world!

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    April 12, 2016
  37. Thanks for sharing this at the Salon. I know you are busy getting ready for Dad’s birthday.

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    April 13, 2016
  38. Lyn, hearing your story, as you know, reminds me of all the abused women I worked with in a domestic violence group at the agency I worked for. While clearly there are cultural nuances, which he actually used to put you into a situation where something like this could happen, I think you and the women in my group would have felt your experiences to have been quite similar in the most important parts.

    I think you were right to say he both wanted the American dream, and rejected it, and probably in the same way wanted you, and rejected you (and anything from America, like your parents gifts, as well.) He did seem to be punishing you, keeping you and the children from even simple comforts and resources that were not luxuries in any sense, and his joy at your distress, or fear, is pretty extreme, even for the batterer’s I have known.

    Susie may well be right, and he may have some mental illness, personality disturbance, or something that drove him to what he put the children and you through (I am a licensed therapist so I do not say this lightly) But even saying that , and even if that may be a reason for his behavior, it is never an excuse. He had many choices besides enjoying your suffering.

    Like so many, I am glad you are safe now, and do hope someday you are legally free of him, and certainly free of any fear of him. I commend your courage and strength!
    Jo

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    April 13, 2016
    • Jo, I can’t say how wonderful it is to hear these things from a professional! I used to beg him to love me, ask him why why he hated me, I did whatever I could to please him, but my love for my kids saved me! I could not bare to see them hurt and sad and living without the rights that they deserved. He wanted my 19 year old to get married (now has three degrees and working on masters) and wanted my sons to stay in Saudi, which meant no education for them. They had to listen at the door to hours of “talks” in his room between he and I, convincing him that they needed to leave. The rule was they were not american! They could not say they were! Outside to strangers he would brag and tell people “these are my american kids” but inside our home, he would say” you are not american, no!!! do not say that you are” So a big mess. Thank you for helping me. I have OCD and it has been under control but lately I am nervous and worried, I see men that look similar to him and I jump! Anyway I feel its silly, its past and want to just be over this! But I dream about him and just can’t move on. xxxx

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      April 13, 2016
  39. Lyn, You have been through so much and been so strong, but you have been taught to fear, so of course, there will be times when memories and fears bubble back up to the surface of your thought. But you can conquer them….you already have. However, if you are really feeling stuck, have you ever thought of a support group or a counselor? If there is a local domestic violence program in your city, they probably have some supports and services that are free and could perhaps help.

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    April 13, 2016
  40. I remember this terrifying incident! I still don’t understand all of the why. And as the prompting of your husband to welcome the woman downstairs, it seems like he would have had more to say to the angry husband who chased you and your babies!

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    April 14, 2016
  41. What a frightening experience! You and your children have certainly been through unimaginable circumstances!

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    April 15, 2016

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