I did bring my swedish laptop with all the lovely letters that make our language sound the way it does however, am having problem charging the battery so I decided it was either write nothing or write, but in english.
So let me update you. Back to the airport in Qatar where I left you last. It was approaching 1 am and I started walking to the gate. Suddenly a female employee at another gate rushed towards me almost as if she was saying ''you can't be going to those other gates down there''. Well what she did infact say was: ''Ma'm are you going to Melbourne?""
It was apparently final call for that flight. "No," I politely said and kept walking til I came to gate 13 and 14 and about a gazillion bengali male guestworkers.
Understandably they stared me down thinking "what on earth is this white hijabi doing here." Anyhoo, they called us to the gate and all of a sudden the gazillion men flew out of their seats and almost tackled one of the employees trying to access the boarding desk.
Did I miss something? Are we not all passengers with booked seats that wont go anywhere? Then I remembered... Fazeela, where is your Pakistani blood?
Finally after many slaps and shouting between the staff and the passengers, a 1000 mile long queue was formed. I, being the cool and calm swede that I am (fought my Pakistani urge to elbow my way to the front), did not rush and thus had to stand at the very last end. In Asia you either get with the program fast or you tape it and watch it later...alone.
What I had not understood was that some of the few Bengali women (10 in total, I counted) that were there just walked past the line and started boarding. How rude! They were of course wealthy and in the Indian subcontinent, money doesn't talk, it sings.
Back on the plane out of the 1 billion seats available on this jumbo jet or boeing something (it was huge) I had a two seater next to what looked like a very (at least externally) conservative man (long dress and beard and the red and white head dress some men in the gulf wear).
Now, all I felt was, I am not sleeping (it was a night flight) on this plane next to all this testosterone. I was surrounded by men, left right center and needed at least one dose of estrogen. So I start to look for women. And believe me that was like looking for snow in the desert. Ice anyone??
First I tried with English, but that of course didn't work. So I became desperate. "Hindi?". Yeah that worked. He was happy to switch seats.
When I found one woman who was next to a man in a two seater, she was willing to swap with me, but the bengali man (seemed wealthy) asked me first: "Where do you want me to sit?" And when I pointed to the externally conservative man, he nearly choked and just shook his head in a very "indian" way and said "no no no no no." Very odd.
But the highlight of the trip, besides the poor flight hostesses who were acting like mothers to all these men: "Please Sir, put on your belt" or "No I told you no mobile when flying","Sir give me the phone now" and finally when English didn't work anymore she resorts to Hindi "Sir apna seat sida karo!!" (Sir straighten your seat), and after not listening either times, she forcefully pushes his seat up and walks away in great frustration. Back to the highlight: The businesswoman (may I add, Bengali and Muslim herself) that I finally ended up next to asks me: "Are you Muslim?"
Maybe she thought Mother Theresa reincarnated.
Svensk-Pakistansk Kanadensare. Alltid INNE.
26 januari 2010
Prenumerera på:
Kommentarer till inlägget (Atom)
Fazeela Selberg Zaib
Det här är fönstret till mitt liv som för det mesta består av min kroniska reslust, min dotter Leah och mitt arbete. Jag får ofta höra att man inte kan vara muslim och feminist samtidigt. Ja ni vet, av bin Laden typer och islamofober. Jag undrar vad mer de har gemensamt?
Jag är dessutom en tvättäkta "child of the globalized world" och när jag gav upp tanken på att försöka passa in i andras ramar om vad man är eller kommer ifrån bestämde jag mig för att ta saken i egna händer. Jag är en inlänning.
Alla texter & bilder på denna blogg tillhör författaren om inte annat anges och får ej användas utan tillåtelse.
E-post: selbergzaib@gmail.com
Jag är dessutom en tvättäkta "child of the globalized world" och när jag gav upp tanken på att försöka passa in i andras ramar om vad man är eller kommer ifrån bestämde jag mig för att ta saken i egna händer. Jag är en inlänning.
Alla texter & bilder på denna blogg tillhör författaren om inte annat anges och får ej användas utan tillåtelse.
E-post: selbergzaib@gmail.com
Leta i den här bloggen
Ämnen på bloggen
Islam
Sverige
Privat
Mina Uppdrag
Feminism och Jämställdhet
Islamofobi
Media
Mina Resor
Muslimer
Svenskhet
Sverigedemokraterna
Musik
Samhälle
TV
Mat
Integration
Film
SRMorgonandakter
Slöjdebatten
Fred
Pakistan
Religion
Välgörenhet
Allmänt
Mångfald
Shopping
Terrorism
Fredsagenterna
Humor
Inredning
Föräldraskap
Identitet
Miljö
Språk
Bistånd
Mode
Radio
RosaBandet2010
Yttrandefrihet
Ekonomi
Förskolan
Krönika
Relationer
Rosengård
Sekularism
5 kommentarer:
Det syns tydligt att du saknade skriva på engelska :-) Svårt att vänja sig men det är OK...
:-)
Jag väntar foto från andra sida :-)
MYCKET NYFIKEN!
Nu ska jag säga som en silikontjej från smink-reklam:
Ta hand om dig!
:-)
kram
IDA: du har sa ratt! Jag saknar det verkligen :)
SKa filma och lagga upp bilder sa vanta bara! hehe
Ta hand om dig med..."because you're worth it"... hahahaha (L'Oreal)
Hahaha english ftw. That means "for the win" my dear "unhip" sister hahaha...:p jk bay.
Det ska alltid hända nåt under flygplansresor verkar det som..!
Och ja..lite bilder tack! :D
Biiilder tack, och hur kommer det sig att du ALLTID hamnar i såna awkward hilarious situations, lol!
Missin ya!
HABIBA: For the win of what?? I like my hip just that way it is thank you very much loll
NADIA & HABIBA: Only for you, massa bilder :)
Och ja...jag har en enorm talang för att dra till mig kaos under alla mina resor...ni anar inte lol
MISS YOU TOOOOOOO!
Skicka en kommentar