For extra credit, you may publish your stories about being a Saudi Arabian woman who has just arrived in Myanmar. What might her first impressions be? What might shock her? What might be familiar? Share your stories here.
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Shane Yin
3/6/2014 08:07:02 pm
I could see a royal sunshine illuminating the hallway to heaven. I tightened my hand and walked like a real grown woman. As i walked and shook my hips slowly, thousand eyes sights of citizens from "The Golden Land Yangon" began following with me. But i wasn't hesitating about my shameless attitude at all, because this is the real me. I quickly ran into the bathroom and took off the Abaya. Then I changed it to a tight leather gown, Prada's shoe and finally the limited edition LV's bag. I sprayed some newest model of Chanel's perfume which I had just bought and rubbed them around my neck. Finally i drew a thick black eyelash and walked out of the bathroom with full confidence. Everyone nearby could hear the footsteps of my high heels, and a sound of bracelets hitting each other. The thousand of eyes sights wouldn't go away; on the other contrary, it was increasing. I smiled at the young and fit security with my devil reddish lips and went into the car.
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Bᴜɴɴʏ :3
3/6/2014 10:12:22 pm
Saudi Woman
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ivansothisisextracredit
3/6/2014 11:39:55 pm
Saudi Arabian Woman in Burma
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SUSAN
3/7/2014 06:54:54 pm
Floating around the exotic midst of air was a dandelion making its way toward its success. As I trailed down the narrow hallway, I adjusted my abaya and bravely stepped towards the gate. A breeze of wind struck my face lightly and a bell woke me up from my daydream. I grabbed the handle softly and pushed it with my sweaty hands. Suddenly, all eyes were focusing on me and I started a gossip chaos. "Who's she?" "Why is she wearing that thing?" "Is she a thief?" With my head down, I walked up slowly to the teacher's desk. "Ahem," I said. Grasshoppers were chirping and I still couldn't hear a single reply. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" I said breaking the ice. He suddenly looked up with an expression less than a brick and sighed. "Class, this is our new student. Her name is Ali," he stood up. "It's Aini" I corrected but I don't think he heard me. Laughter flew across the room as I took a step to my never-ending torture. Class after class, I got humiliated. I was a laughing stock of the whole entire school just because I was different. I came home and what was welcoming me was the sound of war. Just like I predicted, my sister and her "true love" was in deep chaos. Why would she make a risk and marry by her own choice? I dragged myself up to my room and took off my abaya. I brushed my hair gently and examined myself on the mirror. Why am I the target of the whole school? No matter how many people joke about my culture, I have to stay strong. As the days went from bad to worse, I couldn't take it in anymore. A thought went to my head. Will people even notice when I'm gone? I know there were many rules about suicide but my prayers didn't come true. My knees were knocking as I took a step towards the stool. Tears rolling on my cheeks while the arguments were made downstairs. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in a garden with my torn abaya beside me. Happiness was filled and a smile spread through my lips. And before I knew it, the dandelion was caught in a hurricane halfway.
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Emileehh!
3/9/2014 12:24:19 am
First experiences in Yangon!
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Polar Bear
3/9/2014 12:50:26 am
The dragon roared relentlessly, and flapped its wings toward the sky. It easily fought through the turbulence, and rested in the one place which many people were talking about, the golden Myanmar. I still couldn’t believe that my boss would send his most valuable human resource to some place in order to find oil rigs when there were still a lot of them even in Saudi Arabia. I thought to myself that I could search for oil fields as well as learn more about Burmese culture, which many people say is religious and hospitable. I closed my eyes as it began, the hunt for oil, hoping that it would be quick. As I got off the plane, my tour guide greeted me.
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p2p2
3/9/2014 11:13:45 am
Saudi Women
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