The Land that Needs a Magic Wand

The Author of this text has lived in Saudi Arabia for 6 years, 2 months, and 0 days.

The gray, lifeless sky presses down on the vast brown plains. The scents of fake winter, the melancholy fragrances of bare, dry earth, fallen leaves and dead flowers make the stagnant evening air duller and heavier. Amid the sluggish and erratic individuals walks a perfect stranger. Counting his footsteps, looking into the effaced figures disappearing like a mirage in the desert. Questions and anxiety kept haunting him. Do I belong here? Despite the fact that I am a child of the universe. Where do I go from here? How did things get so bad? I have to be careful. He had heard worrying stories about women being battered and physically abused. Many of the most disgraceful being told of a so-called contemporary society with shameful and shocking practices. But it is more that women issue. It is a political, economical, social, and moral problem. Most of all a question of human rights. Its impact is hard to underestimate, destroying families, fuelling hatred and providing a fat new source of rebellion. Everything takes place in a shadowy world where the victims and witnesses are intimidated into silence. It paints an abrasive picture of mistreatment and cruelty. There is no justice here. A world apart. He never thought this was possible. These people are monsters. They act in the name of God. They are lying to God, to others, but mostly to themselves. They should burn in hell's sizzling flames. Another journey has just begun. A passage to an unknown destination. A lengthy crossing filled with distress along with deception. He stops for a while, takes a long pause. He starts walking again without looking over his shoulders. He is ready for another adventure.