The Southern granny has long been known in the media as being a sweet little “Paula Dean” type of character, humming a little tune to herself as she cooks fried chicken with a side of deep fried pickle slices whilst sporting a little apron with images of chickens or a funny little slogan on the front. When you walk into her kitchen, you can smell the cornbread being baked and with a big welcoming smile, she’ll offer you a big glass of sweet iced tea before you’ve had a chance to sit down.
Once you’ve finished eating, she won’t let you get up without a slice of one of her pies that she has undoubtedly prepared ahead of time for your arrival. Overall, you’ll feel very well taken care of, and she won’t let you wash a dish or do a thing. She’ll take care of all of it for you.
I had a granny like that back in Alabama, and my dear God, how I miss her everyday. In fact, Christmas time is a very sad time for me because not only was her birthday Xmas, she died around this time of the year as well, so it always leaves me with a hole in my heart where someone used to be. If you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting one or being cared for by one, consider yourself very very lucky indeed.
As unique as my grandmother was, I did have the pleasure of being cared for by another, although, as I was her daughter in law, she expected me to help.
The Arabic granny greets her grandchildren in much the same way as a Southern grandma would. She also has a big meal prepared, but the chicken will be part of a dish known as Byriani, so it’s cooked in a pot with rice, onions and fried carrots. Just like the Southern granny, the Arabic granny has a lot of sweet treats and home made bread for her family as well. She even hums, but it’s not a bouncy little tune like the Southern granny, but a more somber tune.
Everything for the Arabic granny is a bit on the dramatic side, although you should NEVER say this to her out loud, as it may get you a serious reprimand by the entire family, much in the same way a Southern family would react if their granny was questioned in any way.
Disrespecting her or refusing her food is not allowed by anyone who considers himself or herself to be a lady or a gentleman, and if you dare to cross the line, the men of the family will undoubtedly rise up to defend her, as she is sacred to them.
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The internet made the world become smaller in many ways, but lately, it seems that the world has separated again. Rather than becoming one human species, we seem to be holding even tighter to the “US vs. THEM” mentality. Does that mean that we are in fact “devolving” rather than “evolving”?
I moved to the Middle East more than 25 years ago. You may find this hard to believe, but I hadn’t even traveled internationally before. Americans may not be surprised to read that, as it’s not uncommon for many in the USA to never even apply for a passport. In many cases, people feel that they just don’t need one.
I got one, however, and I used it. I came to the United Arab Emirates when I was 24 years old, and I did it solely for love.
I knew my husband could never be away from his family for years at a time, as he was much closer to his family than I was to mine, so I agreed to come and live here. I really felt that it was such an adventure I was going on…a new land…a new language….new customs. I had butterflies, as somehow I always knew that I’d never live my entire life in Alabama.
The trip went well, especially considering that my husband and I were coming over with our 7 month old son. I had been “briefed” by the Saudi Arabian women that I knew in Alabama on Arabic customs, and felt completely ready to meet his family.
When I actually reached the home of my mother-in-law, however, something happened that set the fear in motion. I heard that big Arabic gate slam behind us. At that moment, my heart fell into my stomach. My immediate thought at that point was, “Oh God, I’ve ruined my life! How could I have done that?”
Thankfully, once I got past the initial shock, and I got a job, my own car, and a few friends, I felt much better! It didn’t take long to figure out that people are basically the same wherever you go, and Arabs and Southern people have more in common than either group would ever imagine. We sit in the kitchen drinking our iced tea, and they sit in the kitchen drinking their hot tea. They want to be known for being the most generous people to all their friends and neighbors, and so do we. They like big homes, big cars, and luxurious surroundings, and so do we.
Once I eased into seeing our similarities more than our differences, life got a whole lot sweeter!!! Just like a big glass of sweet tea? 🙂
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