define my worth and character forever, no matter what happens in my life. In my early twenties, I was getting ready for a formal evening out, designer dress, the works. While getting out my attire, I realized that my satin evening purse had a busted chain… not only that, but it was broken in a way that… Oh my gosh! I thought could never be repaired and certainly not in time for my date. It was the only purse I had that would work with my dress and I just had to wear that dress with that particular evening purse!
Because I had chosen this particular dress just to go with the evening purse my Dad had given me for Christmas which had been his perfectly selected gift wrapping for his generous Christmas check. My Dad had shopped for and selected this elegant designer purse just for me and I liked it so very much for just that reason.
I rushed into the library where Dad was watching TV and in the brokenhearted frustration drama only a twenty year old preparing for a black tie affair with her beau could create, held up the purse that was destined to ruin the whole evening.
“Daddy can you fix it? Please can you?! I got my dress just to go with the purse you gave me. Please Daddy, I have to take it tonight. I just have to! But I think it’s broken for good … Daddy, what do you think?”
He turned from the TV with a slightly amused but concerned smile as he took my purse from me and said. “Go on and get ready. I will see what I can do.”
Feeling better that my Dad was on it, I showered then rushed into the kitchen to see my Dad at the breakfast counter with his tools out working on the chain of my purse. There was also a needle and thread involved.
I observed Dad’s work table as I thought, Daddy can sew?… “Daddy, how’s it coming along? Do you think it can it be fixed?”
Dad glanced up at me and said. “Don’t you need to be getting ready. Your date will be here soon.”
Okay… Daddy, okay … I am. I will.” As I rushed back to my dressing area and proceeded to do my hair, make up, etc. I was frantic. I had no other purse that would work with the dress that I so wanted to wear.
I walked into my bedroom to get my dress and there on my bed sat my purse. I held it up and I couldn’t even tell it had been broken. I quickly put on my dress and finished getting ready, putting my lipstick, hairbrush, etc, into my treasured Dad given, Dad repaired purse.
Then, the doorbell rang. I hurried down the hallway to the entry hall to find Dad talking with my date. Dad smiled in pride when I entered…. his eyes lit up as they always did when I entered a room. “Dad, you did it, you fixed my purse.” I gave my Daddy a big hug. “Thank you Daddy! I love you.”
Dad’s reply. “You’re welcome honey. You look beautiful. Have a good time.”
On the arm of my date, as I stepped out the front door wearing my poofy black satin dress with my treasured Dad given and repaired evening purse over my shoulder, I turned back to smile at Daddy, our eyes met in our special love, my knowing of his pride in me and my respect for and trust in him.
My Dad has been gone four years, memories often come to me of all the special ways that he treated me that instilled his pride, love and created my self-worth as a woman. That imprinted, taught and showed me how I want, need, must be treated by any man and most certainly ‘the special man’ in my life.
Those moments of love, respect and pride that my Dad instilled in me created my worth. My Father, a master engineer and builder who built the Valdez terminal in Alaska, refineries and nuclear power plants around the world, this former Navy man, pro-baseball player, pilot, yachtsman, golfer, intellectual giant, leader in his industry, accomplished masculine towering man, sat in his kitchen late on a Saturday afternoon foregoing sports on TV, with tools and a needle and thread and worked on my purse, until it was fixed perfectly for me, his precious blessed to be his daughter, because this man of so many worldly accomplishments knew his most prized and devout duty was that of being a Father.
Recently, I reconnected in friendship with my first college boyfriend and he told me how the talks with my Dad and the way in which he observed my Father treating me, molded him as a man throughout his whole life. That he observed a man protective of his daughter and that he knew, that I knew, my Dad, while being tough on me in order to stretch and to build my character, at the same time, would always protect me. He recalled that even as immature as he was at nineteen, that when I took hold of his arm, even though I was strong, independent, out going and capable, that I expected him to protect me. And I do recall, this young man did protect me. He also told me after knowing me at eighteen, nineteen and not having seen me since I was twenty… and us now meeting up again decades later… that my Dad would be impressed and proud of the woman I have become. That I have femininity filled with my Dad’s strength of character and intelligence. And that he knew in a relationship that I must feel safe with a man because I felt safe with my Dad because that is the world he created for me. What a compliment and a blessing to have him share this with me.
On the flip side of this…My Dad wasn’t perfect and he also left negative imprints for me to see clearly, to break against, understand and to grow past. Because of his perfectionism and great accomplishments, while feeling loved, I also had the imprint on me that if I wasn’t perfect, I was not worthy of love. Dad was tough on me, and held me accountable and would turn cold even harsh and withholding, when I displeased him and when those times occurred, I felt rejected, ugly, dumb, and unloved. So all my life I have been dealing with this imprint. Interesting, huh? As much as my Father’s imprint on me was that I was protected and loved…there was also the imprint that if I wasn’t perfect, I was not worthy of love. Part of the duality on this planet and my growth to recognize and overcome to achieve wholeness.
As I have grown into life and full awareness, everything my Dad was as a Father, role model and teacher continues to incorporate fully in me and my psyche… both the positive and the negative. And I am fortunate that the tough way he dealt with me, at times, and the way that he held me accountable, created strength in me enough to have the tools to grow past his negative imprints. When you recognize the humanity in your parents is when you heal your wounds. What a blessed gift.
A Dad leaves his mark on the world by the love he gives his children along with many others as this gift floods out into the world.
A Father creates self-worth or not, in his children in everything that he does; by example, by actions, by words, and by unspoken looks.
In the later years of my Father’s life, he shared many deep feelings with me about his life, his choices, and about his love for me that revealed clearly his deep love for me, so that could release more of the pieces of that imprint that I am not worthy of love unless I am perfect.
Happy Father’s Day to my Father who is now in Heaven looking over me. Thank you for the gift of you in my life.
Ladies, don’t ever settle for less than your worth… Every woman, if she was fortunate to have a good Father, deserves a man that treats her accordingly. This is the blessed gift of a great man and Father, he knew in his soul the worth of women.
Also, the way a child observes the way their parents treat one another provides the standard with which they either will emulate or break against in their own relationships .
Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church,
In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself.
Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.
—The way a man treats women defines his character, his soul, and his life.
Jesus loved and respected women.
We are all perfect in God our Father’s eyes. As our Fathers on earth define and polish us, in some people’s eyes, their Father on earth defines how they think God deals with, or thinks of them, defining spiritual connection of peace, worth and security in self. And this is another reason the Fathers of this world are so important.
Happy Father’s Day to all you great men in the world!
The Bible states the Anti-Christ will be without “natural affection for women,” always thought to be a “homosexual”. Well, could be, but some ministers now interpret that it very well could be everything THE KORAN has to say about UNNATURALLY abusing, degrading, punishing, torturing, and beheading of women—–UNNATURAL AFFECTION. Turkey has purged itself of Christians and is 100% Islamic Muslim. Turkey is a Muslim country friend to Obama, Turkey is NOT a friend to the U.S.
Muslims are beheading, torturing, enslaving and killing Christians around the world and Obama shows little if any concern.
Islam treats women like chattel lower than goats. Females undergo genitalia mutilation, so they will not be able to enjoy sex. Women are used as breeders. So, do you think Muslim women have any concern or choice over birth control that Liberal women seem to have such concern over? Muslim women have no choice about anything. Let this sink in, women are lower than animals. They are considered chattel. So not much compatibility for the women’s rights that Liberals, progressives and Democrats fight for… huh?
What do you think would happen to a woman such as Mylie Cyrus under Sharia Law?
– There is no freedom of religion.
– There is no freedom of speech.
– There is no freedom of thought.
– There is no freedom of artistic expression.
– There is no freedom of press.
– There is no equality of peoples — a non-Muslim, a Kafir, is never equal to a Muslim.
– There is no equal protection under Sharia for different classes of people.
Justice is dualistic, with one set of laws for Muslims males and different laws for women and non-Muslims.
– There are no equal rights for women.
– Women can be beaten.
– A non-Muslim cannot bear arms.
– There is no democracy. since democracy means that a non-Muslim is equal to a Muslim.
– Our Constitution is a man-made document of ignorance, jahiliyah, that must submit to Sharia.
– Non-Muslims are dhimmis, third-class citizens.
– All governments must be ruled by Sharia law.
talk to a woman…
Okay… what would you think and do if a man solicited your attention repeatedly to offer his services in a business interaction. And finally, you respond because you ‘think’ that you ‘might’ have an interest in his service. It’s what he is offering you, you did not contact him. He sends you his resume and some samples of his work which appear fine.
The first conversation with him is informative and interesting. But in the next phone conversation, he makes continual references to your body as being voluptuous. It could ‘sort of’ be excused, in that, you are talking about a character in a book. But he says your body is ‘voluptuous’ about six times and he asks personal questions. (red flags) And then in the next email, he writes that for his ‘pay’, he asks only that you marry him and never leave him… he also writes that you are beautiful and have a certain glow about you…
He also writes in an email that he showed your photo to a kid that lives above him and this kid said that you are ‘hot’.
You write back that this is sweet, but you are only interested in the business project…besides, why would he show your photo to
His reply. “Dear, don’t nag.”
Your reply. “Excuse me?”
His reply. “Excuse you? Why, did you burp?”
Having experienced quite enough, you write back that you are not interested in any association with him and that you don’t appreciate him continually referring to your body.
Indignant, defensive and patronizingly, he replies that he was only being friendly. That you are being arrogant and you need to get over yourself because you are not all that attractive… and that ‘you’ need to apologize to ‘him’…because he was only sharing a ‘story’ about the kid, and that you are being too sensitive. And that you shouldn’t kick a ‘gift horse’ in the mouth.
HA!… soooo…Whew! Yes… this happened to me and this from a man who has commented repeatedly for months that he enjoys my writing, agrees with me and my site. So, he ‘should’ know what I am about, or he ‘thought’ he did, or he doesn’t know how to conduct business, or he is a stupid oaf, because, if this had occurred in an actual place of business, his words would be considered sexual harassment.
So, over the Internet in a ‘business’ interaction this man disrespects me, comes onto me and when I call him out on it, instead of apologizing… he ‘tries’ to point the finger at me, put me down and patronize me. And he was the one continually talking about my appearance not me…
Also, when he first talked about my body, of course, I was offended, but I let it slide to gather more info, since I am becoming more aware everyday that ‘many’ men are ‘completely ignorant’ about how to talk and interact with a woman. Some seem to think that saying things like this man said to me are ‘compliments’. But what it does is to make a woman feel objectified and this is insulting on every level. Was that his intention? To pull some kind of ‘male dominance.’
Do men these days, because of movies and the way, in some cases, we see women being portrayed and disrespected and the way many women disrespect themselves, ‘think’ that they can interact in this manner?
I have never seen anything like what I am seeing today…sure there have always been the jerks and always will be. But the lack of manners, juvenile behavior, low respect level, and ignorance of ‘some’ men these days, goes beyond the pale… and it blows me away in shame for them. Are they so insecure and needy that they will take any and every opportunity to objectify, try to stick it to and take a woman down to their lowly level?
What do you think? Do you agree or not? And what would you have thought and what would you have done?
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is EMOTION. Emotion that he can’t find in himself. Emotion that will make him feel like a whole man… a fulfilled man…a complete man…
A man may talk about what he ‘thinks’ of as “drama” in a woman — but emotion is something completely and entirely different than drama.
Emotion, ‘expressing emotion’, is the missing piece for a man. And many tie this craving and need to sex… because sex ‘temporarily’ helps ‘some’ men to ‘feel’. It’s allows him to lose himself…And sure some emotionally dead/damaged men and women can have sex without feelings, emotions, or much anything else… other than temporary escape.
But what they are really looking for is to feel … to feel emotion… to experience those intense feelings that fill you up with emotion…glorious emotion. But it isn’t sex that does it… it’s the feelings, the emotions connected to the heart through sex that ‘can’ do it… And when you are in love, it can be emotionally bonding, otherwise…not so much.
When a man exclaims, ‘I had the most incredible evening with a woman’. He is ‘usually’ talking about having what ‘he considers’ great sex… and, or that the woman ‘touched his emotions’ That place in him that feels… and transcends himself… that makes him feel like more of a man… more whole and complete and in touch with his heart and soul…
Sex is a part of it, can be a part … but it is ‘only’ a part…
Some men, think it’s all sex and so do some women, especially, these days, when ‘some’ women are ‘acting’ and ‘behaving’ like men…and it’s allowing for no one being really ‘connected’ to anyone…including a connection to themselves… so the emotional connection to self and others is being further diminished… and there are more lost and desperate people roaming around looking for a place to connect. Hence all the ‘sexual promiscuity’ and ridiculous emphasis on sex when it is premature to the nature of the relationship or interaction. The needy and emotionally stunted put sex first before any connection because they are unable to make a deep, real connection…They can’t connect through real emotion so they connect by sex.
Males are looking to get out of their heads, into their hearts, bodies and into the emotion that they crave…
Emotion is what connects… the sharing of emotion and most women have it innately, unless they ignore, deny it, or have been damaged in some way.
The emotional connection is what a man craves…
Do you agree?…
Sexuality is precious. It is a gift. It is part of the essence of an individual. It is a magnificent connection. But today, by many, it is being taken down to the level of a hand shake, or a blow job. Immorality, regarding sexuality, is promoted almost everywhere.
If some woman will spread her legs, some man will stick it in. Not to be gross, but anyone doing this, in this casual manner, is gross. The women who are like this, as well, as the men, are lowly and disgusting and they are diminishing themselves along with society…
You can’t separate yourself, your body, mind, heart and spirit, from the sexual act… as you exchange bodily fluids and energy with another. If you think that you can, you are dead inside, or so cut off from yourself that you are a walking needy zombie, or possibly addicted.
Some think that when you exchange sexual energy with another that it makes an imprint on you that you carry in your energy…and this may very well be true.
Playboys, playgirls, those never married, or committed, but who have sex one after another, are nothing, but lost, promiscuous, searching and many are down and out immoral. Most have little to no connection to body, mind, heart, and spirit… They are only looking to ‘escape’ and to feel some ‘momentary’ pleasure that takes them out of their loneliness, torment, or lack in self. And if anything feels too real, in that, it’s time to commit, be responsible, or in tune with who they really are, being that, they ‘grow’, they are off to their next prey and escape. Their denial and escape of emotional growth pushes them along their sexually demented path.
If a person does this too often, they may very well lose all capability to love, if they even had it in the first place. They don’t love, or respect themselves as reflected in their behavior, so of course, don’t have the ability to love, respect and commit to another.
We are rearing a large part of society in this manner today and it is going to destroy our country. The family unit, the commitment, the responsibility are the foundation of a strong, healthy, moral and prosperous society.
Good and responsible men are often propelled to higher level of success as they are compelled to care and provide for their wife and children….
Married or committed people who cheat on their partner are breaking the integrity of the unit and betraying all concerned, even the children, who they ‘think’ don’t know… well, they do know. The cheater is breaking down the morality of all involved. A cheater carries their duplicity with them in all that they do until they admit and recognize their frailty and lack.
Dictators, socialists, communists, marxists, know that to destroy the morality of a society will break it down. Tear down the family unit and people will be more easily led and controlled. Selfish, single, non-attached people usually care little about the needs of others. They just wanna screw and screw themselves and others they do…
Marriage is being promoted and diminished as to be too bothersome to do. Children ar
e born out of wedlock and it is accepted as the norm. “Baby Daddy” is replacing “Father”… and this I find disgusting…
How did we sink so low and why?
It’s better that a child be brought into this world with a married Mother and Father. This gives the child the basis for strength and security, a unit, an identity to grow and to learn from. Now sure, not all parents are ‘great’… but, at least, a child born into a marriage has a foundation, a sense of security and belonging.
These kids with a ‘Baby Daddy’ and a Mother who have had several children by other ‘Baby Daddies’… well, what is this BS? How lost and convoluted will these children become? We can see the effects of this casual, ill-responsible lifestyle in society, daily.
I am having men complain that women are promiscuous and it is turning them off. Then I have women complain that all men are interested in is sex and that men email and text them photos of their penises… Now how insecure, needy and gross can some men get?
Rape can be also telling a woman you love her just to have sex with her… it’s not by physical force alone and behind lying, manipulative words can be the same aggression and violence against women.
We are having a major male/female/sexual disconnect… I say be true to yourself, your morality and your body, mind, heart, spirit connection…or you will be lost. Listen to your connection to yourself, not society, others and certainly not the media and entertainment field… they have a stake and benefit in your corruption.
Some people show no respect for the sexual act, or what comes from it … So how will these children grow up to be secure and responsible to self and others when no one was, or is responsible to, or for them? Most will be worse off than their parents with little direction and few, if any morals… a burden on society… a burden to themselves… lost searching and easily led astray.
The break down of society can be based on the break down of the importance placed on the sexual act…whether it be held in value, or no different than relieving yourself. The respect that women are held in and the respect that women show and give to themselves is a reflection of the quality of a society.
The sex act is an act of creation and an expression of love and caring between two people. It’s isn’t just an orgasm, getting off, seduction, or notches on a belt.
Sure, it’s muscles and nerves being stimulated… but without the intellect, the emotional connection, it is nothing, but mutual masturbation.
You will find that the more exclusive and selective people are regarding sexual partners, the more sensual and sexual they are. Because they know and understand what ‘really great sex’ is, so they ‘value’ it…they have and understand the body, mind, heart, spiritual connection… Where a promiscuous person just screws…an ordinary, banal, common and empty act…
An emotionally healthy woman becomes attached to man when she has sex. Her hormones create this attachment. So, she should be VERY CAREFUL whom she has sex with. And men who toy and exploit these emotions with ill-intent are the lowest of the low.
Men who go around sticking their neediness in women are nothing, but NEEDY.
Not a man, but a lost little animal, who can’t connect past his penis. He has no respect for himself, or the women. Women who allow themselves to be used in this manner
are ignorant fools who are betraying the very nature of their being.
We are creating an immoral society that values little. Sexuality is a person’s motor and someone who abuses their self, and others have little, if nothing to offer.
There are ‘basic rules’ that work to create a healthy society and a responsible, respectful sexuality is its basis…
I am certainly no prude as I have lived long enough to have made mistakes and to know what I share here is the truth of my living wisdom.
I have made the mistake of sex with someone I cared little for and it made me feel sick inside. I have had the deep connection with a man I loved dearly and never felt more fulfilled, or cared for. I have had a ‘Hollywood star’, playboy type come onto me and and turned him down flat with no regret…
With experience, living, and age comes wisdom… and that wisdom leads us back to the basic truths that love and sex go together… Marriage first – children after marriage…playboys are lost boys and nothing is glamorous about them.
As a society, we can strive to lift ourselves up to morality, love, commitment, respect, sexual exclusivity, or we can let Hollywood, the media, the rock and rappers, ‘popular’ opinion, etc. tear us down to promiscuity, perversions, anything goes, into a totally demented hell.
Immorality is just that…Immoral…
Too many women put up with things that they should not… Remember, you teach someone how to treat you…
At the first sign of disrespect, mistreatment, discounting, lying, or abuse, address it immediately. Don’t let it slide… thinking that he didn’t mean it, or that you are being too ‘sensitive,’ or ‘demanding’, or that it will get ‘better’, or ‘change’, once you are committed, or married, or if you do ‘this’, or ‘that’ to make him happy. Thinking this way is delusional….
When someone shows you who they are, believe them…
Many men want you to ‘think’ that it is ‘you’ being too sensitive, demanding, or picky. That’s part of their gig… to get away with being lazy, abusive, disrespectful or slovenly…
There is many an abuser who will say…”Look at what ‘you’ made me do!” And that’s only their BS propaganda!
Some men level the title of ‘high maintenance’ on a woman… I say HA! Why would any self-respecting man want a woman who isn’t high maintenance? The answer is that they don’t… only the men, not worth having, do…
Address abusive behaviors upfront and immediately… and if they lose interest, because you have self-respect and that you will call them out on their issues, misbehavior and BS… they aren’t for you and it’s better that you find out upfront rather than years later…
Difficult, abusive, distancing, neglectful men can become, seem, or be like a ‘job’ to women who put up with it. A relationship should be fun, happy, fulfilling even joyful ‘most’ of the time. Love feels good and if you aren’t feeling good most of the time… then ‘something’ is wrong, off, and just not right…
Sure, we all have difficulties, adjustments and issues to deal with and to be discussed. That is part of relationship. But someone not willing to discuss, communicate and look at themselves is not worth your time.
Men who can’t or won’t connect are damaged goods and why would any woman want them…?
They are tedious children and not worth the effort, they need to grow up, get over themselves, be responsible or be without you…
Many women have lowered their standards and it is hurting all of society…
If more women held to high standards for themselves… more men would become better men….Agree or not?
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Years ago, I was very much in love with a man who had two sons, one 13 and one 11….
I was very close to these boys. The 13-year-old was just getting interested in girls and would talk about them and ask his Dad and I questions…
Before his first dance, I taught him how to hold a girl, while slow dancing. He was a kind sensitive, kind-of-a football playing young man…and the girls loved him…
Then he met a ‘special’ girl… He excitedly told his Dad, as his face lit up, “When she looks at me Dad, she glows. Her eyes glow! Her whole face glows! The look in her eyes is so great. And Dad, it makes me feel so good inside. There’s nothing else like it as when a girl looks at you with that light in her eyes, is it?
It’s like Ann looks at you, Dad. Wow! I
don’t want to ever do anything to stop her from having that look in her eyes when she looks at me. I love that glow.”
Pure wisdom, out of the mouth of a young man experiencing his first love…
So men, if you are fortunate enough to have a woman look at you with the glow of love…admiration, respect and all that encompasses it…it’d be wise not to mess it up…
It may not come again and it is a very precious thing to be cherished nurtured and valued…
A woman enhances, teaches, offers and gives a man the ability to become more than he ever thought he could be. Her magic, ‘her glow’, can draw out the best in him, if he is open to it. If he destroys her glow, out of abuse, disregard, betrayal, or his own insecurity… he will destroy his chance of having real love…and experiencing the full magical essence of the feminine.
And the more he destructs the feminine, the more he destroys himself, and his chance at peace, happiness, and contentment,even magic…in love…
So guys, if you are fortunate enough to have the feminine glow directed at you… flame the fires… it’s a big part of what the male/female attraction is all about…Think about it…
My husband and I were at a business dinner to entertain two Saudi Princes. My father was the owner of a construction and oil related company and in a joint venture.
There were eight other people besides myself and my husband then the Saudi Princes… One Prince, the older brother, sat at the end of the table, I sat to his left, with my husband to the left of me. The President of the company doing the joint venture was at the other end of the table and the younger Prince sat across the table.
This was an oxford-cloth-traditional group, except, for the Saudi Princes who wore multiple chains of gold around their necks, flashy bracelets and watches on their wrists, many rings on their fingers, silk shirts and shiny, slick suits…and, of course, with their dark skin and they both had mustaches, or some sort of facial hair… in other words, they looked like pimps…
It was the usual business dinner with a bit of personal conversation. It was obvious the Princes had no interest in talking with the wives.
But for some reason, the Prince sitting next to me, took an interest in me and asked what I like to do. I told him that I like to dance. His eyebrows raised. “I dance ballet.” From his reaction, I don’t think that he knew what ballet was, as I go on, “I am a ballet teacher. Ballet? France? The Bolshoi?”
He nodded acknowledgment then flashed a look at my husband and exclaimed. “You allow her to work!?”
“I like to work. Why wouldn’t I work?”
“A woman such as yourself should not work.”
“I like to teach and I have danced all my life.” I answer as I thought, what a jerk, ‘allow me’. Is he kidding or what?
I don’t recall the rest of the evening’s conversation, except, that the Prince took a liking to me. Maybe, it was my dark hair and olive skin…and my speaking up and challenging him at every turn.
These gold encrusted Princes were on a tour of America and to do some business and when they returned to Saudi Arabia, they were both to be married. I found them to be boastful and arrogant, but the one sitting next to me, not entirely unpleasant. I found him interesting to observe.
At the end of the dinner, the President, at the other end of the table, was given the check and paid it. When the Prince next to me realized this, he stood up in an explosion, practically lifting up the table, shouting angrily, I guess in Arabic. The younger Prince stood up in preparation to leave.
That President’s mis-step concerning ‘custom’ was about to blow up the whole deal…Quickly my womanly instincts took over. I reached up, patted the Prince’s arm, pulling him down to his seat and said. “How about the next time, we are in Saudi Arabia, you can pick up the check. Deal?” Then I smiled really big.
He chuckled. “You won’t come to Saudi Arabia.”
“Don’t be too sure about that.” I smiled.
The Prince paused in contemplation, (I could see the wheels turning in his head) as I continued. “We’ve had such a nice time. I have enjoyed talking with you so much. He didn’t mean to offend you. Now, why would he do that? He wanted to create a lovely evening for you and he did.”
With that, tension begin to leave the Prince.
“And we will be in Saudia Arabia to collect. Really, we will. You can count on it.”
The Prince chuckled, the tension was released, as he sat down and all was well…. (It was all about his ego.)
After dinner, we ended up at a Disco (remember those?) because the Princes wanted to party… My husband informed me on the drive over that the Princes wanted to meet some girls. “But I thought they were engaged to marry?” I inquired.
HIs reply. “Yes, and one reason they are in America is to party. Their wives ‘to be’ must be virgins, but the men sleep with everything in sight. A non-Muslim woman is nothing to them. Saudi women cover themselves from head to toe, while in their own country, but when they go to France or England, they wear the finest designer clothing. Their women are meticulously groomed, in the Royal family, that is. I heard that they take their robes off as soon as they get on their jets and look like well-dressed socialites.”
I replied. “How disgusting and what hypocrites.”
At the Disco, we were dancing and having ‘fun’. I danced lots with the younger Prince who was a wiry little freak show unto himself. But, oh well! I was just getting through this business evening.
When I sat down at our table, I began to sneeze and the older Prince gave the waitress a hundred dollar bill to get me a box of kleenex. The hundred dollar bills were flying around as fast as the waitresses could pick them up.(and this was when $100 was $100, remember those days?)
After getting our car and as we were leaving, my husband pulled back around to the front of the Disco then got out. He walked over to the Prince’s Limo, as I noticed several waitresses walk out of the club. My husband spoke to the waitresses then they got into Princes’ Limo.
When my husband got back into the car, he said, “Don’t even ask.”
But of course, I did…
So, these ego-driven, arrogant, braggadocios Saudi Princes were going through America buying women such as these waitresses… then going back to marry their virgins.
I hadn’t thought about this experience in years… but the other night while out with some friends, we were talking about how Muslims treat women and I recalled it…
Later the President of the company doing the joint venture told my Dad that I had saved the day…by my calming down of the Prince.
“Women in our (Islamic) culture are nothing. They are equal to the goat or the rug. Her purpose is to be married to her husband to give him pleasure. When a husband marries a wife, he purchases her sexual organs,”
Kamal Saleem, When Allah Doesn’t Answer
“when I want a sex-slave, I go to the market and pick whichever female I desire and buy her
Abu Ishaq al-Huwaini from Raped and Ransacked in the Muslim World
I could not remain a Muslim because Islam hates women. I think I always knew this, but as I got older that knowledge became more acute, Islam wants women to cover themselves, to stay indoors, to obey men, however stupid those men are. Islam says that women are inferior in every way. Islam distorted my father’s feelings. He did not want us, his own daughters, to be happy or fulfilled. He only wanted us to be good Muslims and for daughters this means to be suffering Muslims. What sort of religion forces fathers to make their daughters suffer? What sort of father thinks that his daughter’s hair is shameful? What sort of father tells her she cannot sing and dance when she is happy? A Muslim father.
This is why I am not a Muslim. My children, boys and girls, will be able to feel the wind in their hair. They will not be ashamed. They can sing and dance as much as they like. Nothing they do will shame me, as long as it is done with life and joy. Islam has no joy. Islam is a cult of tears and death.
Testimony submitted to the web site of the Institute for the Secularization of Islamic Society
A man is never alone with a woman without Satan also being present.
Hadith Al-Albani, Sahih al-Jami, vol. 1, p. 234.]
A woman’s rape is frequently the last act that precedes her execution.
This is explained by the rule in Iranian political prisons that the
sentence of execution cannot be carried out if the woman is a virgin.
Since there is a theological belief that if a woman dies a virgin she will go to heaven, the politically active virgin is forced to “marry” before her execution and thus to insure she will go to hell.
She is forced to “marry” the hangman who will carry out her execution.
Le Nouvel Homme Islamiste: La Prison Politique en Iran
(The New Islamist Man: The Political Prison in Iran)
By Chahla Chafiq
…. And we are allowing ‘this’ into America and being told that we can’t talk badly about Muslims…because they are so peaceful.. blah blah, blah!
These Saudi Princes were beyond arrogant and it was apparent that they could easily snap to do real harm to someone… hot-tempered – ego-controlled and impressed with themselves and their wealth and they want everyone to know it and to bow down.
It is interesting that, ‘I’, a ‘mere woman’, was able to soothe the situation…
Which goes to show, even as these men want total control over a woman that her attention and allure can ‘guide’ or ‘manipulate’ them. Is this their real fear?
Their culture has this angel/whore thing going on, as many men do, not just Muslim… but in the Muslim practice this ignorance plays out in the most extreme ways…
There are so many complex insights in and to this experience…
What are your thoughts…?
And stay tuned… there’s a second part to this story..