Home is where the heart is.

This week is kind of special for one particular OPNO girl. Thank you Oman for finally finishing up our papers:D

Congratualions to A for finally officially becomming an Omani. You have a Shiekh and a tribe and everything now. You may enjoy the GCC line. You may go to UAE without paying extorition the visa fee imposed upon all Canadians simply because Emirati airlines are trying bully Canada [but who can blame them, everyone else does too, so why not?]. Anyways, thank goodness, because the women in the women-only section at the courthouse always look at me like I am freak while I am waiting with you.

Omani woman every-time: "You are married to an Omani?"
Me: "Yes".
Omani woman: "Miskeen [Poor thing]. So why are you getting a divorce?"
Me: "?" "Errr, no."
Omani woman: "Miskeen."

Since all the women there are usually getting a divorce and custody of their children is in question, and it is either very depressing to be the only happy person there, or, well dangerous, since I have witnessed women leaping across the courtroom to attack men on the other side and vice versa, and families fighting just outside the court gate. Either that or women weeping because they are there for an inheritance and there's dispute or something and everyone is miserable because their father died or something.

Or of questioning the logic of why a woman who is a non-Arabic speaker must attend court in the first place and why her husband can't speak for her since nothing she says in English is admissable under Omani law anyways but go figure.

Or having to deal with the translator who translates everything WROOOOONGGGGG.

Alhamdulilah, no more of that.

Oman, we do love thee. But alhamdulilah, the passport phase is over.

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