Life in Abu Dhabi
Imagine for a moment that you were the ruler in a small area
of the Middle East. It was a small and quaint fishing village against the shore
of the Arabian Sea, with vast desert land to the south. There were no paved
roads and culture was very traditional of the Bedouins. Society was very
conservative, following the Islam faith. The people were friendly and
welcoming. One day, one of your trusted advisors comes to you, and tells you
that your small ‘kingdom’ has found oil under the sands. Money was no longer an
object to your people. What would you do?
The opportunity to move to Abu Dhabi this year made a lot of
financial sense. This country had recruiters fly all over the world selecting
teachers that they thought would be suitable for their education reform. The
kingdom mentioned above belonged to Sheik Zayed, founding father of Abu Dhabi.
Before he went and had everything paved in gold, he realized at one point, the
oil was going to stop flowing. He decided to make one of the best nations in
the world, and help amalgamate other Emirates, making the 7 nations of the
United Arab Emirates (UAE). With careful planning, the money is continuing to
be used to strengthen the education system among many other sectors,
particularly tourism, to help ensure a cash-flow after the oil runs dry. The
Sheik, now passed on, is the reason for the opportunity that was presented to
me. I can’t thank him in person, but I can do the best I can to the students I
receive.
Life here in Abu Dhabi is definitely different. Nothing is
the same, so it is hard for me to compare it to someone who has not set foot
outside of North America. Those of you who are from Europe, or have at least
visited there, have more of a background to the foundations of the UAE. The malls
are open late, traffic is always a nuisance in the city, and the heat can be so
hot that when you get into your car, any jewelry on your fingers and hands can
burn your skin. Certain measurements are different. Luckily, here in Abu Dhabi,
they follow the metric system. The highways have limits, but they change.
Sometimes the limit is 80 km/hr, sometimes it’s 100 km/hr…at other times, it is
140 km/hr! All the signs are posted. One measurement that struck me as odd was
the colour of the flag on the beach. Of course only noticing it when I got out,
the flag was red. I was a little embarrassed…how could I get into the sea while
on red? Wait….I looked back at the water and realized that there were no waves.
I was in no danger. If the red had anything to do with pollutants…surely
someone would have gotten me out, or the hotel would have closed access…right?
The red was not measuring waves nor pollutants. When I asked a life guard, he
explained that the red meant the CLARITY of the water. He also mentioned that
it may irritate skin. Hmmph…something new everyday, right?
The society of course is different, but I can really appreciate
it. Conservative dress, sex only within marriage, and respect is the norm
rather than the exception. The largest misconception I believe is the dress of
women. There really is beauty in it. The curves of the body, hair, and face are
all considered aspects of beauty. Women go out with these covered so that no
other man besides her husband knows about the secrets that lay underneath. When
she is alone with her girlfriends, she can remove the coverings. The aspect of
them being black seems oppressive as well. But consider this…most women in the
Emirate are mothers. Black hides most stains AND makes you look slimmer. And
believe me, the material isn’t heavy. I’m not required to wear one, but at my
school, most English teachers wear the abaya, and some even a headscarf, so I
am happy to comply with the norm…it’s easy to dress…you can wear what you want
underneath J
The UAE has come to prove to me that this is definitely an
area of the world that needs to be experienced by the Westerner to fully
appreciate all it has to offer. Like the Emirati, I am proud every time I see a
picture (and there are many of them!) of the late Sheik Zayed. So…when are you
booking your tickets?
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