I wanted to know all about Eve.“Our grandmother Eve?” asked Abdullah Hejazi, my boyish-looking guide in Old Jidda.Saudi Arabia is one of the premier pilgrimage sites in the world, outstripping Jerusalem, the Vatican, Angkor Wat, and every other religious destination, except for India’s Kumbh Mela (which attracts as many as 50 million pilgrims every three years).
Long averse to non-Muslim curiosity seekers, the Kingdom is now flirting with tourism, though drinking is forbidden and women can’t drive—or do much of anything—without a man.Armed with moxie and a Burqini, the author confronts the limits of Saudi Arabian hospitality, as well as various male enforcers, learning that, as always, it matters whom you know.(A hard-line Muslim cleric in Iran recently blamed provocatively dressed women for earthquakes, inspiring the headline SHEIK IT!) According to legend, when Adam and Eve were evicted from the Garden of Eden they went their separate ways, Adam ending up in Mecca and Eve in Jidda, with a single reunion. ) Eve’s cemetery lies behind a weathered green door in Old Jidda.Growing up in a Western society can make it hard for people to comprehend how Arab women are living.
There are always different things that are being said about how women are being treated by Arab men.
Women traveling on their own have generally needed government minders or permission slips.
A Saudi woman can’t even report harassment by a man without having a or male guardian, by her side.
Robert Lacey, the Jidda-based author of explains that only when revenues from the hajj pilgrims fell drastically, during the Depression, did the Saudis allow infidel American engineers to enter the country and start exploring for oil.
Before 9/11, Saudi Arabia was in fact gearing up to welcome, or at least accept, a trickle of non-Muslim visitors, dropping a handkerchief to the world.
Hill was initially called "a little bit nutty and a little bit slutty."But that didn't stop Hill from being vocal over the years about the enduring issue of sexual harassment.