The diary of a Saudi man, currently living in the United Kingdom, where the Religious Police no longer trouble him for the moment.

In Memory of the lives of 15 Makkah Schoolgirls, lost when their school burnt down on Monday, 11th March, 2002. The Religious Police would not allow them to leave the building, nor allow the Firemen to enter.

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

A bad night.... 

...kept awake by "boy racers" in the neighborhood, driving their cars up and down and doing handbrake turns. We called the Police, but by the time they finished their shawarmas and turned up, the miscreants had gone.

Mind you, it's easy to understand why they do it. Unlike their counterparts in the West, they don't have cinemas, youth clubs, sports clubs, swimming pools, soccer pitches or skateboard parks on which to let off energy. The mosques don't organize anything for them. They don't have anywhere just to hang out and meet girls in a relaxed setting; so they make a nuisance of themselves following girls in the Malls, if they're allowed in - normally the doormen will keep them out.
Then when they grow up, they'll be unemployed wasters, millions of them. What a problem we are storing up for ourselves.

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