At the Hands of a B!

One of the saddest stories I ever heard was involving a woman whose husband was dying of cancer.  They had returned to Saudi so her husband (a Saudi National) could die in his homeland near his family.  One early evening a few days after her husband passed away she decided that she wanted to go to the graveyard and pray for her husband. She called another teacher and asked her to go with her.  When they called the driver to take them he told them that women are not allowed in the graveyard, but out of his pity for this woman he took them.  Almost as soon as they got to the graveyard the police came and asked them to leave.  They left.  After a few days the police tracked the women down through the car’s license plate number. They were asked to come to the police station for questioning and then released.  The end of the story? NO!

The widow’s immediate supervisor at the school where she taught began circulating a story that the widow and her friend went to the graveyard and were praying pagan prayers and dancing naked on her husband’s grave.  Then when the police came she was arguing and fighting with the police for 2-3 hours.  First thing, anyone who knows just a little about Islam knows that the graves are not marked with names in Saudi Arabia (See picture above). Second, when the driver was asked about the incident by another colleague he said that they were only in the grave yard a couple of minutes at the most, they were not naked, and were not doing anything.

The story doesn’t end there.  When she came to work looking very tired and wearing dark glasses the supervisor spread the rumor that she was drunk.  She was probably wearing dark glasses because her eyes were puffy from crying. Another time a driver dropped off a key at the school for the widow and the supervisor went around saying that she was having an affair and the key was to her boy friend’s house.  Another time the supervisor was trying to contact the widow over the weekend and when she didn’t answer the phone the supervisor called around saying that she was worried that maybe the widow was in jail.

What a shame.  This poor woman suffered through the death of her husband of more than 30 years and then had to suffer at the hands of a very nasty woman.