Since I started Saudi Jeans about a year ago, several people have accused me that I hate Saudi Arabia. Some told me to leave the country, some just told me to shut up. I did not care, because I do not need my loyalty for my homeland to be approved by anyone.
However, a few weeks ago, I almost wrote a post titled “I HATE SAUDI ARABIA.” I did not write that, because I know that I don’t hate my country. I love my country, but I hate many things about it.
I went with a couple of friends to IKEA to grab some stuff for the new apartment. At the door, the security guy called on me. He told me I’m not allowed to enter because I was wearing a sleeveless shirt. I tried to understand what was wrong with my clothes, and even the security guy, who, for my surprise, was very polite (usually, security guys in this country are rude and dumb), could not tell me. “If I let you in, my supervisor will punish me,” he said.
I told my friends they can enter, and I would be waiting for them in the car. Setting in the car, I tried to figure out what could be the reason for preventing me from entering the place.
Please, correct me if I’m wrong. Tell me. Enlighten me. Is the sight of a young man in a basic plain white sleeveless shirt would hurt the feelings of these ugly creatures living in our so-conservative-for-no-good-reason-and-no-good-explanation society?
And you know what? After my friends got back, they told me that they have seen several men in sleeveless shirts inside the store. The only difference is that these men were there with their mothers/wives/fiancés/sisters, or any other female sort of company. “Ahmed, there is nothing wrong with you. It’s a girl problem, all you need is a girl!” my friend, half jokingly, told me.
I know this may sound desperate and hopeless, but I’m going to ask for it anyway. I’m looking for a Riyadh-based decent girl, interested in accompanying a 21-year-old blogger, for going to malls and other public places. The pay will be in the form of a dinner or a drink, depending on the timing and length of the job. If you find me boring, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. I care about your privacy as much I care about mine. No questions asked. If you are interested, please email me: alomran at gmail dot com.