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In late February, 1993, I was fired from Management Information Center for advocating “inferior” technology of PCs to Group’s companies in disregard of their heavy investment in IBM mainframes.
My younger brother, Rashid, went to Instanbul for undergraduate studies. But he was having myterious, infinite problems.
I had helped him get admission in my university, KSU (King Saud University) but he had rejected it.
“It looks like baby poop”, that’s how he had described the university and the city, Riyadh.
I had to agree because he had told a truth but wasn’t that a little immature reason to reject free undergraduate studies?
Hamid, my elder brother, told me his plans to tour Syria. I asked him to also include a tour of Turkey to help our poor younger brother.
But he’s a little different sort of a guy. He remembered how Rashid had called our KSU “baby poop”.
After his return from Syria, he told me about a weird incident.
On the last day of his perfect tour, he found a beautiful scene and stopped to take a snap.
Out of the blue came a uniformed officer. He informed my brother that he had violated the law by taking a snap of a classified premises.
“How’s that?” my brother wondered.
The officer showed him a building in the background that looked spooky and had certainly appeared in the shot.
Hamid had to admire that officer.. for his politeness.
He told Hamid he could book him indefinitely on charges of spying. That could ruin his career in Saudi Arabia where he worked for P&G.
But the officer made him a terrible offer. “If you give me your camera, I’ll just pull out the reel and return the camera back to you right away.. and you can walk away with your ‘crime’.”
That was a terribly good offer in notorious Syria. So Hamid thanked that officer for his politeness. But the snaps..
The snaps were lost.
When I heard that weird story, I felt sorry but knew it was God’s mysterious way to correct him for not agreeing to help Rashid. God only corrects good people.
Hamid was also very happy for my inferior job as Data Entry Operator in Dallah Telecom as he dislikes equality.
When it came the time of Hajj holidays, I went to Turkey.
God then reminded me of That Girl (I had seen in 1983) and told me she was in a tourist country.
I asked my colleagues for some advice and got full briefing.. in where to find prostitutes and the correct way to bargain for more than half an hour!
See, I’m an idiot with small brain and all loose screws. I only learned women’s genitals were different from a man’s less than a year ago (God had helped me order porn from Sexy Software — nice guys and girls there.)
So I deserved a COMPLETE IDIOT’S GUIDE, didn’t I?
And God had kindly provided that.
Turned out my brother Rashid just suffered from racist Turks in the dormitory so I gave him some $220 and his Indian friends were so excited, they gave him a dedicated room in their apartment and also gave me a royal tour of Istanbul.
They also made sure their royal guest was… kept away from bad girls!
(This story continues here .)