Treasure Island

nadia abduljabbar

(25/5/1957 / Makkah)

Driving A Car or Giving My Nationality to My Child


I AM A MECCAN WOMAN;
Or A WOMAN from MAKKAH
In HEJAZ; The WESTERN
Region in Arabia;
Known, now, as Saudi Arabia.
The centre of the world
And THE CENTRE of ISLAM.

I am The Saudi Woman,
Who gives her Nationality
To her child While Egyptian
Women and Libanese Ones
Still cannot do so.
They are still trying hard
To convince their Law
To give their childrens rights to have
Legal papers like their own.

I am The Saudi Woman whom
The whole world cry out of
Sadness for me, because the law
In my country does not allow
Me yet to drive a car.

But they do
Not say a word about my giving
My nationality to my children.

I am the saudi woman
Who still have some problems
In my country concerning issue
Of women’s independence,
And there are still some idiots
In my country that call women
Who drive cars: whores; something
Similar to the terrorist's
‘Takfeer Walhegrah’s’
Way of thinking.

I am one of Khadijah’s off spring
Who inherited some of her strength,
And dare to propose to my equal
Knight, If God ever bring him close
To my door.

I am the strong saudi woman
Who went to the Saudi prince’s
Office saying: ” I don’t want my
Austrian Arab fiancé to go astray,
While waiting for legal permission,
So please sign me paper of acceptance
So that I can make Islamic marriage
Until procedures are finished.

I am the strong non selfish
Saudi woman who can say
To her husband I can bear
Seeing in your arms another
Woman or rather WIFE,
But I can’t stand seeing you
Tortured in Hell because of adultry;
To me this is genuine love
And true care.

I am the saudi woman whose
Mind is preoccupied
With far more important
Issues other than the luxury
Of women driving cars.
Though I suffered
When my son was a child
From my inability
To drive.

I care far more for well
Organized public transportation.
I want women to be
Free from unfair brothers
Or even fathers who abuse
Them instead of protecting
Them.

I am the Saudi Arabic Woman
Who LOVES her MOUNTAINS,
HILLS, SAND, FLYING BIRDS and
HOLY LAND, who wants
Development not according
To Western views, but according
To the Arabs’ roots that created
Great Andlucia, Cairo, Damascus
Qurtaj and Baghdad;

The Muslims who hate bloodshedding
And treat well all humanity
Especially Christians and TRUE Jews,
Because their religions are mentioned
In the Qur’an not the ones
Who abuse others or steal the land.

I am The saudi Woman who wants
Fast development, but certainly
According to my own nation’s pace.

Jeddah,
3 March

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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