Even when my tall, dark, and handsome Saudi walked into the bar where we met, even when this friend of a friend became my lover, then my husband, and the father of my child, I never imagined that his , just outside my heavily curtained window.
READ MORE: Doha: My Perfect Day But nearly 10 years after that meeting, here I sit, in the country’s capital, enjoying a nice warm breeze blowing through said curtains on a typical February afternoon.
The issues facing Saudi women seem a little more relevant to me now, a little more urgent. I am the mother of a spirited, intelligent, and talented half-Saudi girl. She will grow up a witness to the struggles of her fellow Saudi women, but I’ll not raise her to be a victim to those struggles, let her believe that she is limited, or let others tell her that her gender is the reason why she can or cannot do what she wants, say what she believes, or be who she is meant to be.
We as expats have the power and the responsibility to make a positive difference in our host countries. Mandi is an American woman who grew up in the Midwest, never dreaming that her life would take her halfway around the world.She first moved to Saudi Arabia in 2007 after marrying a local, and now lives in the country’s capitol, Riyadh.In her free time, which she has plenty of in the Kingdom, she enjoys photography, reading, writing, and cooking. Regardless of our plans and our vision of where we will end up, life has its own agenda, taking us down roads we never even knew existed.I never dreamed that my life would someday lead me from hearing about Saudi Arabia on the nightly news to actually living there.