Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Lost In Translation (pt. 1)

Syrian colloquial Arabic is one of a kind. People who speak it are full of idiomatic expressions and proverbs, rarely speaking in literal terms. For your entertainment (and your understanding), here's a beginner's list of expressions (written in Roman letters) and their literal translations.

"Please":

-Low samahht: If you would please allow

-Idha mumkin: If it is maybe

-Min fadhlak: From your preference

-Imshan hali khala'ak!: For the one who birthed you! (Note: This version of "please" is more out of desperation or used as an exclamation)

"Thank You":

- Shukran - Thank you

- Tislam – Your safety

- Yislamu Idek – Safety to your hands

- Yaateek al aafiya – May He give you good health

- Kattar kheirak – Increase your goodness/blessing

"You're Welcome":

- Aafwan - You're Welcome

- Aala aainy – On my eye

- Aala rasy – On my head

- Aala ainy wa rasy – On my eye AND my head

- Tikram aainak/aainek – To be so kind to your eye

- Wah-low! - It's given!

If you think a small child, or a person is cute/adorable:

- Tiqbar aadamy! – Burry my bones!

- Tiqbirny! - Burry me!

- Yee aala atatak/atatek – Oh my at your kitten!

"Bravo! You've got it right!"

- Ya aainy aalek/aaleky – Wow, my eye is on you!

"Nice to meet you"

-Ittsharafna (response: nahna bil aktar) – It's our honor (response: us even more)

Terms of Endearment:

- Habibi/habibti: My love (masculine/feminine)

- Rohhy: My soul (masc/fem)

- Hayati: My life

-Aaiyuny: My eyes


These basic expressions will get you around in Damascus for the most simple of tasks. Coming soon, intermediate to advanced lessons. For now, "yaatikon il aafiyeh" for reading!

Friday, June 4, 2010

Excuse me, Are you taken?

An older woman and two Unsuspecting Young Single Females of Marriageable Age (UYSFMA) are out for dinner on a lovely Damascene evening. Suddenly, a young lady of about 30, unknown to all at the dinner table, approaches the table.

*Young lady: Hello. Excuse me, but is the Miss taken? [Points to the UYSFMA at the opposite corner]
Older lady: Hi, sorry, excuse me?
UYSFMA: Who, me?
Young lady: Yes, yes, are you currently taken?
UYSFMA: Uhhh...Yes, I...am.

[*Note: This conversation has been translated from Arabic to English]

Believe it or not, this is not an uncommon occurrence in Damascus. Marriage is one of the most, if not THE most, important issues in Damascene society today. It has been a main topic of 80% of my conversations with Syrians--a discussion had amongst married and unmarried folk alike. Additionally, it appears to me that Syrian mothers, grandmothers, sisters, or aunts walk around with a checklist of criteria that need to be met. This list includes questions regarding the following:

-Age
-Career/Income
-Education
-Family Name (an indicator of social class)
-Religion
-Cooking abilities

...and so on. Who needs match.com when you have a Syrian grandmother?

In Syria, marriage is not necessarily an issue of love and emotional compatibility. It's a business deal--a topic to be approached rationally and practically. Compatibility is calculated based on an equation invented by our ancestors long ago. The equation, though not written or specific, includes the above factors--each factor carrying a different weight for each bachelor/bachelorette, though the basics need to be met. Basics include being of the same religion and a similar social class, the rest is secondary.

Syrians approach marriage boldly and comfortably. It's the natural progression of life, and to go on unmarried after a certain age (particularly for women) is "unfortunate". Luckily for me, I'm not one of these "unfortunate" cases...yet.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

It's really hot.

I know I shouldn't complain, especially since it's only June, but it is REALLY hot. To top it off, it's not like it's hot and I can wear appropriate hot-weather clothing. It's 100 degrees Fahrenheit and I'm in jeans and a sleeved shirt. Sticky.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Ladies, Hide Your Toes

After spending a week in Damascus, I've come to accept the fact that I am absolutely in love with this city. The moment we drove into town from the airport, I knew I would enjoy my time here.

Damascus is the oldest city in the world—dating back at least 6,000 years—and the history of the city shows all over: in its buildings, in its streets, in the way people live their lives. The city is built on a mountain, growing upwards. It's full of charming little road ways, comparable to the alleyways of an old Roman city, impossible to drive through (though, Syrians manage to do it just fine). Much of the city's buildings are old and run down, but instead of looking like a slum, the antiquity is what makes Damascus so lovely. The city lacks modernity as we know it in the West, from its architecture to its people.

The people of Damascus are one of a kind. They possess the boisterousness and hospitality that characterizes the rest of the Mediterranean with an extra charm of their own. They tend to be hot-tempered, but as quickly as they get angry, they cool down. Everyone here wants to help, perhaps a little too much, but they usually mean well.

Damascus can be considered liberal in some ways, especially compared to many other Arab cities, but Middle Eastern culture as a whole is conservative, particularly in terms of one's sexuality. Women are valued creatures here, and sexually repressed men treasure every inch of a woman's body they can glimpse as a woman passes by—including her feet. Especially her feet. There seems to be an odd, culture-wide foot fetish here—something I was welcomed with when I arrived here.

I was wearing open sandals as we were walking amongst vegetable stands when, from the corner of my eye, I noticed some men shamelessly staring at me. Needless to say I was incredibly uncomfortable and a bit confused—I was dressed conservatively and I had just gotten off the plane, I wasn't exactly looking my sexiest. I didn't dare look directly at them as I didn't want to give them too much face, until I finally had enough. I prepared my newly-learned insults and my death stare to get these guys off my back when I turned around and realized that they weren't looking exactly at me..at least not where I expected them to be looking. Their eyes were pointed downwards, not at my legs or my behind, but at my feet! They were having some intense conversation, analyzing my freshly pedicured toes, perhaps watching how they move. I was so surprised, I didn't know how to react so I kept my mouth shut, averted my eyes quickly and walked away. They looked at my feet with such intense desire, I felt like I was walking around naked!

In the coming days, from observation and conversation, I learned that Syrian men have a thing for feet—who knew? I'm no longer surprised by it, nor am I scared of it. I'm more conservative now in the exposure of my toes, and I'm prepared to use the same offended death-stare to protect them as I would any of my other, more womanly, body parts. So ladies, should you come to Damascus, beware or hide your toes.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Dubai: A critique

Dubai is a city in the making, and it's being made fast. When I visited four years ago, I would've called it a large town. Now, Dubai is full of malls and high rises, serving as a commercial hub for the region. Though extraordinarily developed, especially given its age, Dubai still has a long way to go.

In terms of physical and commercial development, this tiny emirate has accomplished plenty. In just a few short years Dubai grew immensely, at one point containing more cranes than anywhere else in the world. It has the world's largest mall, the world's tallest building, and the world's only man-made island that can be seen from space. You could say Dubai has a napoleonic complex of sorts—small city, big stuff.

Everything in Dubai is incredibly convenient. Everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE, delivers: restaurants (the majority of them), supermarkets, pharmacies, etc. There are men who offer to wash your car in mall parking lots. Self-serve gas stations simply don't exist. Many mainstream places provide valet parking. There's even a guy whose job is to sit a the entrance of parking garages and press the button for your parking pass—you know, so you don't have to reach too far out of your car. Unfortunately, this harvests a culture of laziness—there's less movement and less motivation to actually DO anything for oneself. Compound that with the popularity of fast food restaurants such as McDonald's, Burger King, and, most of all, KFC and the result is a lazy, obese population in a few short decades. According to a friend, about half the Local population suffers from some form of diabetes, apparently linked to this sort of lifestyle.

The culture of laziness runs deeper than these simple examples. For foreigners who live and work in Dubai, this deeper laziness doesn't seem to exist, but for privileged young Locals, it's a different story. From my observations, this seems to be a problem present in the Gulf region as a whole—young men and women (but especially men) between the ages of 15 and 30 are just plain lazy. They sleep all day and stay out all night, have little desire to pursue a career. They're quite happy with the status quo of their lives. Because they're Local, they receive immense benefits; for example, if a Local man marries a Local woman, the government gives them a “cash prize” of 7,500 dirhams, and for each child they have they're given a stipend. These handouts seem to be counterproductive to the government's “Emiritzation” project—a government-run initiative to grow the Local population and get them educated, as a friend of mine explained to me. For instance, she told me that the Emirati government actually provides a full scholarship plus stipend to Local men who want to go to university abroad. The strange thing is, very few of the Local population actually take advantage of this benefit, which I believe is connected to the culture of laziness.

The “marriage” initiative not only encourages young Locals to marry one another, it inadvertently encourages them to marry young so they get “free” money, thus also inadvertently discouraging them from taking advantage of the education scholarship. The issue of “falling in love”, so important in Western cultures, isn't a problem at all because firstly, the concept isn't as culturally present as it is in the West, and secondly, it's completely acceptable to have more than one wife—therefore, men can marry a Local woman to get the money, and take on a second non-Local wife with whom he has “fallen in love”. Another benefit these young Locals have is that they receive priority in the job market, no matter with disregard to their qualifications or lack thereof. There are many instances when a Local obtains a position, despite the fact that he never went to college or received the necessary training, over a non-Local with the proper qualifications and a university education. Additionally, well-paid, stable, and comfortable government jobs are available only to Locals. These guys work from 9 to 6 and get paid a high salary from the start. The downfall is that there is very little room for growth or promotions, but this appears to be a non-issue for them. These sorts of benefits also discourages Locals from taking advantage of the education scholarship provided by the government and allows them to get on with life very comfortably without working very hard.

This situation can be quite troubling for a nation in which only 20% of its population are actually citizens. Soon, these young men and women will be the ones that have to take the reigns and continue to help Dubai grow, unless they want foreigners to run the show. Given the position of the UAE in the region, and it's disproportional level of importance in the global economy, the young citizens of the Emirates can be very powerful if they learn to take some initiative.

Despite the “culture of laziness” amongst Locals, I believe there is an opposite culture amongst foreigners. It's true, Dubai is the land of luxury, and the superficial laziness does exist, but in terms of working culture, these people work long and hard. Unlike the U.S., they get decent vacation benefits—4 weeks of vacation a year from the get-go. These people work long hours, though, usually getting out of work around 7, despite the fact that they start at 8:30 or 9. Though more relaxed than New York, things feel very rushed in Dubai—it's a high-stress environment compared to the rest of the Middle East. Because Dubai has turned into the commercial hub for the region, investment banks and advertising agencies are plentiful, raising the overall stress level of the city; after all, these are high-pressure industries. The presence of these sorts of organizations also takes away from the “Middle Easternness” of the city.

Overall, for a city in the Arabian Gulf, Dubai isn't very Middle Eastern at all. It does have an Arab culture somewhat present, but the commercialism and capitalism of the West is strongly present, and that's what is taking over the city. Because the city has been built basically from the ground up in the last two decades, everything is artificial--the city lacks history and it lacks depth. For a person looking to visit the Arab world, don't come to Dubai--you won't get what you're looking for. But for someone who wants to go to the Middle East and still have all the amenities available to you in the U.S. (like Starbucks and TGIFridays), by all means, Dubai is the place for you.

As for me, Dubai is a fun place to visit. The people I've met here are lovely, and what the UAE has managed to build here is truly a sight to see. I prefer a place with depth and culture--something that cannot be built overnight, as Dubai has been. A friend of mine who recently moved here from the States put it perfectly. "The one saving grace," he started, is that all that is here has been built over the last 15-20 years, and 30, 40, 50 years down the road, "I'd like to be able to say, 'I helped build that'."

Arengdu

My friend sent me this article recently: http://www.thenational.ae/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100502/NATIONAL/705019866/0/LIFE

Living in Dubai, you learn a whole new kind of English...or Arabic. When dealing with most people, you learn to speak a mixture of Arabic, English, and Urdu. Talking to a cab driver, you tell him Salamu Alaykom (hello) in Arabic, to please go Sida (straight) in Urdu, and any English you use, you leave out all pronouns or any excess words.

There are certain words in English you learn to pronounce differently. For example, the word "rehwehls" actually means "reverse", or "drehwel" means "driver". How? Well, in Urdu or in Hindi, the "v" is actually pronounced as a "w". There are lots of words like this that are used in mainstream language. It makes me wonder if the region will develop its own dialect soon.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Geekfest at Shelter - coolest thing in Dubai so far

Last Thursday a few friends and I attended an event called Geekfest, a lovely gathering of people who love all things geeky (specifically in terms of technology). It was really great to be around a group of like-minded folks, all interested in something a little deeper than what drink to have next at the bar (not that there's anything wrong with that, I just personally need a little more to think about sometimes).

It was a social networking event at which many people already knew each other. Their topics of conversation ranged from the latest on Twitter to personal projects to charity events. We got to see a short CGI film (the first to come out of Dubai) created by a group of guys who had enough passion for the project to volunteer endless hours of their time. They're going to Cannes Film Festival--which is awesome. A big thumbs up to them (and for anyone interested in checking it out: http://www.xero-error.com/).

We also sat in on a presentation by these two ladies organizing a biking trek from Lhasa to Kathmandu via Everest Base Camp in an effort to raise money and help build a playground for an orphanage there. Needless to say, I'm tempted. Very tempted. They're looking to set off at the end of July 2011...I think I can train enough by then...maybe? I should probably look into owning a bike...or riding a bike for the first time in 10+ years before I decide to do something like this. I'd like to at least support the, and I'd like others to support them too...sooo, here's the site: http://www.trekkingfornepal.com/

The location is also something to note. More people in Dubai need to know about Shelter. "Shelter is a flexible and cost-effective community workspace that provides a unique office infrastructure aimed at nurturing entrepreneurship within small businesses. An intellectual haven for forward thinkers and like-minded creatives to connect and exchange ideas, Shelter offers the ideal environment in which to convert social interaction into successful businesses." (They described themselves perfectly on their site: www.shelter.ae). A person can rent a workspace at Shelter and use their resources to start up their business or work on important projects. You pay a membership fee, because something has to keep this place running, but from what I can tell, you get your money's worth. I love the concept. I hope it catches on.

This was, by far, the coolest thing I've seen Dubai offer. It brings insight into the possible culture forming here. The city is young, it can't be as evolved as New York or Paris or London, I get that, but the lack of depth here was starting to trouble me. Well, I'm glad to see that there is more to Dubai than the glitz and glamour--there's a forum for a deeper discussion, and there are people interested in participating in it. Even more, Dubai is actually creating, just like New York or Paris or London did, and I think the world is ready for what this little city has to show for itself.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

City of Life - a review

Last night I went to see City of Life, the first Emirati feature film made by an Emirati and filmed in Dubai. SPOILER ALERT: Before continuing on, if you do plan on seeing the film, don't read on--there may be some spoilers but I'll try to keep it to a minimum.

Synopsis: The movie follows three lives in Dubai, each person representing a prominent population in the city. First, there's the Indian taxi driver who came to Dubai for a better life. Next, we have the Eastern European flight attendant, who meets a charming English businessman and falls in love. Last, there's the story of a wealthy Local twenty-something and his best friend. All three of their stories are carried out fairly separately until they all collide (literally and figuratively) in a life-altering car accident.

Overall the film made a lasting impression. For a movie coming from the Gulf region, it's risky in content matter and for a young director's first feature film, it's a great start. It's most appealing to those who live in or know Dubai, since a main theme in the movie is capturing the character of the city. But if this movie was presented as a mainstream feature film, coming out of Warner Brother's studio, I would not be impressed.

What's cool about the film is that each story line is in a different language. The Indian taxi driver speaks Hindi, while the flight attendant speaks English, and the Locals speak in Arabic. It's not difficult to follow the film--the Director does a good job keeping these separated and the subtitles are easy enough to read. The script had its strong points, but overall, the dialogue can be a little sloppy, there were some points where the transition between topics just didn't exist, and the conversation was obviously forced.

Unfortunately, the film itself lacked transitions as well--sometimes making you wonder, "Oh wait, we're here now?"

The strength of the film comes in the storyline of the rich, young Local man, Faisal, and his not-so-rich young Local friend, Rashid. The movie exposes the audience to a side of Dubai that people have heard of, but haven't necessarily seen by representing the daily ongoings of young Local men. While their lives seem foreign to most outsiders, the film does a good job of getting the audience to empathize with these characters. With the exception of a bizarre twist in the middle of the movie, I would have liked to see their story further developed. The story of the Indian taxi driver is also a strong point for the movie. You see, in part, the wealth disparity between the South Asian population in Dubai and the rest of the people who live here. You get attached to the taxi driver named Basu, who is an aspiring Bollywood actor. Your hopes are raised with his and your dreams are shattered with his.

As a whole, the movie did cover some subjects you wouldn't expect to come out of the Gulf region. Topics included alcohol and sex--big taboos for this part of the world. There was even a pregnancy scandal (represented by the Western expats, of course) that covered ugly consequences of getting pregnant out of wedlock in this country. The movie gave some insight into the lives of Local Emirati men, particularly the younger population, and their work ethic (or lack thereof). These guys live privileged lives--sleeping all day, staying up all night, driving the fanciest cars and buying the most expensive things--without working for a cent of it. It also showed the less privileged side of Dubai, providing a quick snapshot of the lives of poor immigrant workers (mostly Indian and Filipinos). What took away from the uniqueness of the film, however, was that every cliché that could be thrown into a film was included in this one.

All the negatives aside, however, the movie is a captivating one, especially for those who are familiar with Dubai. The city is the main character of the movie, and the rest are just supporting actors. The film is Ali F. Mostafa's first feature, and I'll have to say, if this is his starting point, I'm excited to see what he can create with a little more experience.

Check out the trailer at www.cityoflifefilm.com , and if you're in Dubai, go watch the movie!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Best read with a heavy Arabic accent

"Hi geerrrlzz...would you like to dance? All of us?" (Makes a large hand gesture to signify who all of us are)
Note: There were two of us, and then there was him. All of us = three people.

A recently received FB message, soon after I changed my "Current City" to Dubai.
"Your name sound Egyptian but your sweet face not. Where you from?"

"Habby Beerrrrzday to you...habby beerrzzday, habby beerzday, habby beerzday to youuu." Luckily, it was not my "beerrrzday"--someone else had the pleasure of this serenade.

You get the idea.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Some important vocabulary

I've been here about two months. I've had the opportunity to live and observe the daily ongoings of UAE residents. The culture here is still forming, but there are some aspects unique to Dubai.

Let's start with some important vocabulary...

Local
Function: noun
Pronunciation: \lō-kəl\
Definition: Those who are Emirati citizens, coming from Emirati families, usually raised in the Emirates
Further explanation: These guys are not your average American townies. No matter what, the status of a Local is, by default, higher than that of any other resident of Dubai. Why? Probably because Emirati citizenship is so highly selective. Less than 20% of those living in the UAE are actually citizens, and unless you are a non-Emirati female married to an Emirati male or you are the child of an Emirati male, you cannot be naturalized. Benefits for Locals includes priority in the job market and free government services, including electricity.
How to spot one: Many Locals dress in traditional Gulf attire. For men, this consists of a white, brown, blue, tan, or beige robe (called "thoub" or "kandora") and a head covering folded in a specific way, characteristic to the Gulf nation they come from. Women wear a black robe over their clothing (called "'aabaya"), and some choose to cover their hair, in whole or in part, with a black head covering.

Sheikh or Sheikha
Function: noun
Pronunciation: \shēkh\
Definition: Males or females in the bloodline of an Emirati ruling family
Further explanation: There are seven Emirates, or small kingdoms, in the UAE, each ruled by a different family. These families are large, prominent and well established, particularly within their own Emirates, and those who are members are considered royalty. In most of the Arab world, a Sheikh is a religious or community leader, but in the UAE, the terms "Sheikh" (for males) or "Sheikha" (for females) is used to mean "prince" or "princess".
How to spot one: You can spot a Sheikh's car a mile away. The license plates have only one or two numbers (there's a whole class system for license plates, which I'll get into later), and their windows are completely tinted or mirror tinted so you can't see inside--oh, and of course, they drive the fanciest cars (they probably own multiple). What's cool about these guys, though, is that if you saw them walking down the street, you can't tell them apart from any other Local. Unlike the dress code elsewhere, there is no Louis Vuitton, Gucci, or Christian Dior for Gulf attire, and even if there was, I'm sure people wouldn't choose to wear them. Maybe it's a sense of pride in their heritage and their culture, or a unifying quality. Or maybe I'm reading too m
uch into it.

Cafeteria
Function: noun
Pronunciation: /ka-fə-ˈtir-ē-ə/
Definition: Shady-looking hole in the wall restaurants that actually serve the best juice cocktails and sandwiches you can imagine
Further explanation: Unlike in the States, a cafeteria in Dubai is a small, locally-owned restaurant where Locals tend to stop by for a snack or a drink. These places are best known for their (non-alcoholic) fresh-juice cocktails--which are absolu
tely delicious. A menu at a cafeteria is literally a booklet (pages upon pages) of different juice mixes--if you ask the waiter to list them off, you could be sitting there for a good 15 minutes until he's done. The reason there are so many is that a person can come in and ask for a specific cocktail, and they'll make it for you---then they'll make it official by naming it after you and slapping it on the menu. Gotta love Dubai.

Ma'amsir
Function: noun
Pronunciation: \mam-sər\
Definition: A term of recognition for both men and women being served by a Filippino immigrant
Further explanation: In Dubai, there are MANY immigrant workers. The longer you stay here, the more likely it is that you'll be learning a whole new kind of English. Ma'amsir, is one of those words. It does not matter whether you are very clearly a man or a woman, the term is always ma'amsir. I guess they just want to make sure they've got all their bases covered.

Cruise
Function: verb
Pronunciation: \krüz\
Definition: A recreational activity among UAE residents (Locals and the general Arab population)
Further explanation: Cruising can be carried out for multiple purposes. Gas is cheap, so people can for a drive for the sake of it. Driving in Dubai late at night can be really pleasant, I don't know if this is because of or despite the strict traffic laws. Now, there can be an ulterior motive to cruising. For example, I'm sitting in the passenger side minding my own business, chatting away. All of a sudden, I notice the car next to me (let's say, a Range Rover, tinted windows) has cracked its windows open, and all I see is the top of a guy's head and a pair of eyes. If he likes what he sees, or I give him some attention, the window slowly comes down a little further, and I hear a "Hi geerrrrlzz!", "How arrrre you, bootiful geerrrlzz?", or something along those lines. I'm not sure if this usually works when picking up chicks. From personal experience, I can say that it does not.

That's the lesson for today, boys and girls. Thank you for reading, ma'amsir.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Back track to day minus 1

This is a little late to talk about my first real Dubai experience, but you know what they say, better late than never.

The Dubai experience of all things luxurious and convenient started well before arriving in Dubai--all the way back at JFK Airport in New York city. I boarded my Emirates Airlines flight, expecting a crowded, stuffy cabin, when I was greeted by an extraordinarily pleasant stewardess, dressed in a classy EA flight attendant uniform with a cool little red hat. My anxiety of riding a plane for 12-13 hours started to dissipate. Somehow, I managed to select my seat in the one row that was full, but upon realizing this, one of these lovely EA attendants took it upon herself to kindly escort me to a seat with a little more space. "THIS IS HEAVEN!" I thought to myself...and I didn't even discover the entertainment system yet.

Before take off, the stewardesses came down the aisles distributing warm towels of wonderfulness. Really, they were just microwaved damp cloths, but they felt amazing. Soon after, I explored the larger-than-normal screen of goodies and entertainment in front of me. Never in my life has sitting in one place for half a day gone by so quickly. Thanks to their super-personalized in-flight entertainment system, consisting of movies, tv shows, games, chat services, and so much more, I was actually kind of sad to leave the plane once we arrived. I felt like I made myself a little home there. It was wonderful.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Welcome to everyday in Dubai

Dubai is a special city. It has to be one of the most paradoxical cities to ever exist. On a fundamental level, Dubai is deeply rooted in the traditions of the Arabian Gulf; and yet, it has the qualities of contemporary Western societies, in terms of physical development, financial growth, and social norms.

Now, should you travel to anywhere else in the world, these two cultures just don't mix (more on these differences later), but in the wonderland that is Dubai, the Gulf and the West live happily and comfortably together.

Take "Abood's" and "Khalood's" daily stroll on the beach for an example:


Welcome to everyday in Dubai.