We have often shelved this topic, because we understand that a similar topic can cause a strong imbalance among the masses of our readers. But it’s still worth talking about this, since the beautiful half of our humanity walks in circles from year to year and steps on the same rake.

Not only a Russian woman who comes to Egypt on vacation or for work, for example, decided to collect money and work, but also any other woman on planet Earth can step on this “unit” for agricultural purposes. Many people go to Egypt because holidays here are not expensive, it is warm all year round and within walking distance there is a great miracle - the colorful Red Sea and its vast, enchanting underwater world. But this is not the only thing that attracts beautiful women to Egypt...

Egypt, just like Turkey and any other tourist country, welcomes guests with a friendly smile, surrounds them with care, attention and love, because it has already been paid for! A pleasant vacation, which you remember with a sweet smile on your face, forever sinks into the soul, penetrates into the very heart and... Anyone gets hooked, because the bait has already been cast and we have been caught!

Some particularly impressionable fish swallows the hook so deeply that we can hear these cherished words: “I want to marry an Egyptian!”

"What is this? Like this?" “Her parents, friends, girlfriends are surprised. And she’s all about him, and about him.

So what is true Arab love?

Getting to the point this issue It’s worth making a few adjustments, because our goal is simple - to open women’s eyes to a number of features of sex tourism in Egypt, which for some reason makes many women believe that after holiday romance there must be a sequel...

Why do they think this?

So, the first thing we draw the readers’ attention to is the phrase “true Arab love.” It can be real in two senses:

1. you are loved; you are idolized; you are adored; you are eagerly awaited back; they don’t want to lose you; they don’t want to let you go; you are needed like air; they are ready to give you the last thing they have in the bins; they are ready to shower you with diamonds and money; they are ready to give you a star; they are ready to give you the whole world just to be together and other romantic chatter, which is consolidated by night conversations, many love SMS, from which the blood freezes in the veins and for some reason the brain immediately turns off, giving way to feelings and such a nasty gang of savages as hope and faith in a bright feeling - love.

2. all of the above, but with one small nuance - only if you have money

In Egypt, this version of the “real” is most common arab love”, when a fish is hooked and believes in the first option, but its “beloved” only wants two things from it:

- intimate relationships

In other words, he adheres to the second option, but at the same time he tries in every possible way to make the woman bruised by a rake believe in the first option. And he succeeds without any extra effort, since he knows perfectly well that a woman loves with her ears and they often fail her, since her eyes do not see, her brain does not work, because the rake played its role. And that's all - an unarmed woman. Everything else is no longer important, because he doesn’t need more.

Once the fish is on the hook, one thing remains important - not to let the fish fall off the hook. The loving Khabib uses another weapon - lies. What does an Arab do best? Lie and love. But not everyone thinks so, because everyone lies, even me! It's funny isn't it? But that's how it is. True, the Arabs know how to do this so skillfully that women’s excessive emotionality completely turns off all attempts of the brain to self-heal.

Arab gigolos lie so sophisticatedly that a woman inspired by love believes every word! Just think, is it possible not to believe the person who:

“I just recently lost my family and friends, I was left completely alone. But he did not fall into despair and in just 2-3 months he was able to get back on his feet, save some money, get connections and voila - he already has a network of stores that bring in a solid income.

But after that, women and friends began to appear who only needed his money from him, which is why he stopped believing in love and became disillusioned with people. Notes! Yes, you, it is you and only you - the only one who returned to him the forgotten feeling of love! He backs up his words the smallest details and dilutes the story with extraneous water, so that what was told earlier is a little forgotten, and at the same time does not forget to say how beautiful, beautiful you are, you can’t take your eyes off.

It was you, the one and only, who brought him back to life and I’m ready to dedicate my successes to you, sign just one document called an orphi contract, invest part of the money in his business and that’s it... We will always be together. It would be better, of course, if we have a child and we will be a real family!

So tell me, would you dear readers, right now with a fresh mind they believed in this story? Oh yeah! Everyone will boldly declare that: “No! What nonsense. What fool would believe this!” Seriously? Then I bow to you.

But! The vast majority of women believe this, who, in addition to words, see in front of them a handsome Arab who showers them with compliments and something else. What I won’t say, guess for yourself. But all of this is nothing more than words; taken together, they are a complete lie.

Why do women fall for this? Let's turn to a fellow psychologist: “Comrade, female psychology, why do women believe such men?”

“Funny question! A woman is an emotional being with a pronounced sense of motherhood, even if she has not yet learned the very essence of this very motherhood. She is easily moved, moved to pity, and she instantly wants to help the poor unfortunate, to protect him from troubles and adversity. Surround him with care and love, create family comfort and an idyll.

Give him everything he asks for, because he has already sunk into her soul. He is her dear! Well, or it will become family in the near future. It won’t even bother you that this is all just in words with redirection to tomorrow, because tomorrow is always better than today. Tomorrow is a utopia, it is a balm, it is a panacea, burning the remnants of an already lame logic.

In addition, a woman, like a sponge, is ready to endlessly absorb words of love, tender kisses and dissolve in a passionate Egyptian night... even if the last two points were promised by the Egyptian, but not brought to life.”

Women's psychology is multifaceted, because a lonely woman is ready to do anything in order to be loved, the only one, desired. Many women don’t even know about this, and only understand it when they meet a sweet-voiced Egyptian who can’t pronounce Russian words well. You can’t even imagine what women in this state are ready for!

They give everything they have: they sell apartments, cars, send all their money, sell jewelry. These “drug addicts”, intoxicated with love, go with their last money to Egypt to see their one and only, just to be close to him! One can talk endlessly about women’s actions at such moments. So much that it won’t fit into the three-volume set of the world’s longest novel.

But our article will be incomplete if we do not answer the question: “What makes the Egyptian Habibiks do this?”

Why do they easily destroy the fates of unfortunate women who completely trusted them? Why do they equate a woman with easy prey and suck every last drop out of her, and then look for a new victim and repeat a similar scenario with an already changed “biography”? Why do they need this? Why do they do this to women?

Basics of sex tourism in Egypt or how to make money from a tourist

Now it's time to look at the other side of the coin, while removing all the sweet words and fiction.

Egyptian upbringing, so to speak, does not allow men to simply directly offer sex to a woman without any preamble. This is considered indecent. Therefore, many men in Egypt so masterfully learned to master their tongue, first of all, and only then all other parts of the body. Therefore, they are very often confused with the most romantic men.

Moreover, religion strictly prohibits having a fleeting romance with a local woman. In order for a man to become a man, he must have some kind of fortune, be financially secure, have housing. And after he has all this, he may immediately have a wife who will satisfy him as a man.

Apparently, this is precisely why a man has the right to find himself one or more wives if he can support them, because he puts so much effort into ensuring that he has all this and has endured and strained for so long! And now he has every right"relax". A woman is the reward of a man who was able to achieve something in life.

But what about young people or those who cannot make a fortune and start a family?

Right. First of all, do not be upset, for no one forbids you to turn your attention to those who do not adhere to a similar religion. True, there are a couple of issues, but they easily evaporate and the problem is easily solved. Moreover, there are some concessions in the Koran that do not prohibit or condemn masturbation, and also allow women to seek salvation the oldest profession on the ground. But you have to pay for this too. Where can I get money if I don't have it?

Have you ever noticed that the tourism industry in Egypt is overwhelmingly male-only across all fields? This is determined by upbringing, for an Egyptian Muslim woman bears on her shoulders the responsibility of raising children and protecting the home. Of course, she can work, but a real man will never allow his wife to waste his time on work. For what? After all, he provides her with everything she needs.

So, you won’t earn much from a simple Egyptian job. This poor country. Therefore, a little more can be extracted from tourists who are happy to gawk at the sights and shell out considerable amounts of money. But it’s much more pleasant to combine business with pleasure... They are looking for gullible women to help them save money for a wedding with an Arab woman. To do this, they repeat the previously described scenario, bombarding them with promises and other chatter.

If a woman doesn't fall for empty words, but demands to legitimize the relationship and marry an Egyptian, then the third weapon comes into force - the orphi contract.

Marriage to an Egyptian begins with the conclusion of an orphi contract. What it is?

Orphi contract

This is a kind of document that is concluded between two people. It is drawn up in two copies and handed over to both parties (one remains with the woman, the other with the man). Signed in court in front of two witnesses, who are usually men.

Women can also act as witnesses, but then two women can replace one man (witnesses: for example, 1 man and 2 women). In some cases, the presence of a lawyer in court is also necessary, but when drawing up an orphi contract, he is not required.

But what does this paper, which bears the proud name “contract”, give?

What did the loving Egyptian promise you? Apparently the same golden mountains, endless love and boundless devotion?

This document does not impose absolutely any obligations on the “spouses”; it is not even registered anywhere. All that is there is a piece of paper that can be easily torn, thereby declaring that “ civil marriage» terminated.

But why then is all this mess necessary? A woman has absolutely no need for this. For her, this is a piece of paper that completely “frees the hands” of the man, who now has the full and most important legal right to possess this woman. This is the key to legit love relationships With a woman.

Moreover, a man may have dozens of such contracts. How many are there? You can only find out about this from the man himself, from another woman or his friends, since the orphi contract, as we have already said, is not registered anywhere.

Without this document, a man does not have the right to even just touch a woman. For this, the police can immediately arrest him. And with this contract, the woman signs her own death sentence.

Therefore, if a woman wants to have at least some rights and ardently wants to become a legal wife, then it is worth insisting on the legalization of the orphi contract. How to marry an Egyptian? Once an ardent desire to enter into a legal marriage appears, it is necessary, as always, to declare your desire. Those. come to court with a lawyer, where you will have to sign a lot of papers and certify this whole pile with seals.

Three or four months after this procedure, the newlyweds are given a document on the basis of which they are legal husband and wife. What does a woman get in this case?

1. A visa for six months, then for a year and for 5 years. Subsequently, she can become the happy owner of an Egyptian passport.
2. According to this document, the legal spouse has the right to buy tickets at the Egyptian rate, which is available only to local residents.
3. If a prenuptial agreement was concluded, then you can count on at least some compensation after the divorce. Of course, if the marriage contract was drawn up at all and this moment was stipulated in it.

Further, perhaps the legal spouse will “delicately” hint that it would be nice to change religion, and then you will have to learn to live according to their laws, where the woman for the most part obeys and pleases her husband in every possible way. Those. you will have to pacify your character and demonstrate chastity and purity.

Are you ready to do this? Do you really need all this?

If you began to doubt the sincerity of Khabib, then here is a mini guide for you.

How to find out whether Khabib loves you or is just using you?

Everything is extremely simple. If love conversations come down to one thing - money, expensive purchases and gifts, then most likely Khabib is simply taking out money.

If the beloved does not make the mistake described above, but covers up all this extortion with the words: “We are doing this together, for the sake of our family, everyday life. All the other nonsense in the same spirit, and you just send me money, I’ll buy everything myself, then come back in another year. I will have everything ready by this time.”

It won’t be possible to find the scoundrel in a year or two. Proving that the money was sent or transferred to such and such an account will also be problematic because no one forced you to give the money to some stranger. It's your own fault...

The worst thing is when a woman finds herself face to face with all this horror, and even with a child in her arms. Then “love” begins to blackmail, declaring that according to their law, the child remains with the father. In order not to part with the child, a woman is ready to do anything, even give everything to the last penny.

Further, if for the time being love continues, love SMS reach the addressee with regular frequency, attention to the woman does not dry out and the world remains beautiful, and everything seems to be fine, everything is fine, then try not to give gifts anymore, not to send a single ruble to your beloved and completely block him cash flow. What will be the reaction? As a rule, the unfortunate woman immediately receives SMS messages with threats, insults, rudeness, and the woman’s biography is filled with more and more delicate details.

There is nothing more to add here, because for the most part, an Egyptian needs a Russian woman for only two purposes:

- Intimate relationships to temporarily extinguish your desire. Continuing the topic of sex tourism in Egypt, because some women come here for this too.

- For the sake of money, which will then be used to furnish housing, so that later his legal wife, an Egyptian Muslim, will enter his house. It doesn’t matter how he “made” his fortune...

It's rare when a hero a real fairy tale about love becomes a rich, wealthy Egyptian who marries a Russian woman for love. And they lived happily ever after...

Dear women, respect yourself, do not be fooled by empty promises and always think about the consequences of a short holiday romance. Remember that the one who truly loves is not the one who talks a lot, but the one who reinforces his words with actions. It’s better not to talk too much, but to prove your love with deeds!

Dedicated to all deceived women whose destinies were broken as a result of their own naivety and blind faith in Arab love.

Oksana Yesenina

Why do Arabs choose Russian wives?

Now this question worries a lot of people. But no one has yet been able to give a comprehensive answer to it. What do Arabs find in our Russian girls? Why are they ready to close their eyes to her “free” past, go against family traditions, and simply love her in spite of the whole world?

What makes the heart of hot Arab men pound more and more at the sight of their Russian “Natasha”? Beauty? Unbridled passion combined with decorous calm and modesty? Mystery, contrary to incorruptible simplicity and deep sincerity? Or is it simply a tribute to fashion to have a foreign wife?

In order to somehow clarify and understand the reasons for the significant increase in Russian-Arab marriages, let’s try to compare the requirements of an Eastern man with the qualities of his potential companion.

What do Arab men expect from marriage?

Like any other man, an Arab expects to receive from marriage: a reliable union, warm and trusting relationships, and of course, the high status of a respected married man.

But besides all these human desires, the eastern representative of the strong half of humanity, coupled with peace of mind and moral stability, dreams of also finding love, mutual understanding, and just friendly support. Surely your own Arab bride is not able to satisfy at least some of the above requirements?

Arab wives. What are they?

Of course, they are thrifty, obligatory, submissive and sweet. It would seem, what else is needed for successful family happiness? But after two or three years of living together, all the movements of oriental beauties become so practiced that looking at them becomes boring and uninteresting.

It's no secret that Arab women for the most part approach family life with some calculation. And the point here is not entirely about prenuptial dowry or dowry. Her family life is, first of all, enormous physical work, a kind of payment to her husband for his kind attitude towards her and material support. In the morning, she makes breakfast, sees her husband off to work with a sweet smile, washes, cleans, and then, having spoken to her beloved with the usual set of standard phrases, ends her work day.

On the surface, such a relationship seems to be ideal. But every year they begin to become more and more routine; that very romance, the spark of passion that must be maintained throughout life, disappears. Probably, many Arab ladies simply have a slightly one-sided understanding of the expression: “A woman is the keeper of the hearth.” In fact, this phrase has a deeper meaning.

“The hearth” is, first of all, a source of warmth that should not only warm the hearts of lovers, but also, with its playful flame, help stir up the feelings of the spouses throughout their lives, either intensifying or suppressing this uncontrollable element of the fire of passion. Therefore, the main task of any woman, regardless of her temperament and nationality, is to learn to control this very element at her own discretion.

Who knows? Perhaps the Russian woman is her real tamer.

What kind of Russian wives are we?

The Russian woman has at all times been the standard of modesty and devotion. But this devotion was manifested not only in relation to her husband, but also to her household, relatives and the entire Russian people.

She will help you out of trouble, and give you wise advice, and she will shoulder all the hardships and hardships of family life on her fragile shoulders. If only there was a worthy male shoulder nearby, on which you could lean in case of illness, or some other adversity.

But, unfortunately, all the strength of the Russian spirit has disappeared in modern men. Either they are drawn to clubs, or to alcohol, or even change their orientation altogether. So the poor Russian woman has to go to seek her happiness in a foreign land, where she will be gladly received, treated kindly, and then invited to marry.

So the Russian beauty remains to live in a foreign land with her newly-made Arab husband, who, for all her incorruptible devotion and loyalty, will take care of and protect her from all evil. And she will become an exemplary housewife for him, give birth to children, and open her soul to endless kindness.

And all this without any bridewealth or prenuptial gifts. We, Russian women, do not need material benefits. Just let your soul rejoice and rejoice in love and a happy life! Well, we won’t be in debt!

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- Ahmed, Ahmed, save me! – I scream, scared and angry in earnest. - Damn it, let them leave me alone! – I’m already screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Calm down, they’ve never seen such a luxurious blond head of hair in their lives,” he laughs cheerfully. - They're just jealous of you.

“You know I don’t like being touched!” I hate it! – I hiss like a snake.

“Well, you’ll have to tame your character a little,” he says coldly. - Let them adore you. Be friendly with them and don’t make any complaints.

- But…

– Try to accept customs that are unusual for you and find positive aspects in them. Otherwise we will all go crazy! - he reprimands me, like a child. – Or do you want to offend them? Right away, from the very beginning? – Ahmed asks, looking firmly into my eyes.

Of course I don't want to. But he, too, must understand that I feel out of place, finding myself in a crowd of strangers who are looking at me as if they want to devour me! And everyone’s eyes are black, sparkling, like some kind of zombies... I lower my head. My soul is heavy, I feel bad and scared, and tears come to my eyes.

– Yalla, yalla!- some brunette unfamiliar to me shouts, scattering the women, who run away screaming and laughing.

He noticed my fear, but my beloved husband doesn’t care! Ahmed completely disappeared from my field of vision; his cheerful voice can already be heard from the house itself. The stranger gently pushes me towards the doors. I don’t know what this room is called; must be the living room. It is larger in size than our entire Polish apartment - maybe eighty square meters, and maybe more. Thick wool carpets cover the entire floor. Heavy, fabric-upholstered furniture occupies the central part of the room; but tables are placed throughout the room - everyone, even the smallest one, has their own table for sitting. On one side, separated from the rest of the room by a marble partition with a counter, is the dining room. The table, about three meters long, is covered with a superb lace tablecloth, artistically draped in the middle; lacquered decorations attract the eye.

I stand in the middle of the room like a child in an amusement park, turning in all directions, peering at every detail. What huge windows they have here! More than three meters high, curtained with thick curtains - like in the palaces of old Polish aristocrats, which are depicted in photographs of the last century. And those embroidered curtains that fall to the floor? How I want to touch them!

There are no paintings on the walls, instead there are plaques framed in rich frames, mostly black, with golden inscriptions in the amazing local language. In addition, the walls are decorated with luxurious tapestries. Sideboards made of massive solid wood are placed along the walls, and in the sideboards there is an innumerable variety of trinkets: vases, coffee cups, decanters, jugs, sugar bowls - all made of porcelain or silver. There are other nifty little touches too; a lot of crystal - and I thought it was a Polish tradition... Products made of colored glass fascinate with their extravaganza of colors and variety of shapes. How I like these tiny purple dogs, blue monkeys, and most of all, the bench, just like a park one, under a glass tree with amber leaves... I wonder who makes such filigree masterpieces?

– Where can I buy this? – without thinking, I blurt out. Without addressing anyone in particular, I point my finger at the trinkets I like.

The next minute I’m on wobbly legs, drenched in cold sweat, standing in front of a suddenly silent society. What an idiot I am! At this moment, an elegant woman coming down the stairs says something and smiles wryly, giving me an appraising look.

“Mom guessed what you were asking,” Ahmed explains to me. – You don’t need to buy anything. They are yours.

“But I didn’t want to... That’s not what I meant... I... I can’t...” I babble, feeling my face turn red.

“You’d better thank me.” You know this, right?! - Ahmed says, gritting his teeth in anger.

– Shukran Jazilyan. “Thank you very much,” I mutter, looking back towards the woman, but she is no longer paying the slightest attention to me.

I was never introduced to anyone, no one shook my hand or gave me a symbolic kiss on the cheek. Well, yes, they know who I am, and apparently I don’t need to know who they are.

Before going to bed, Ahmed and I - for the first time in a very long time for a long time- we don’t even wish each other Good night. We are lying on a huge royal bed at a distance of two meters from each other - I am on one edge, he is on the other. I'm not sleeping and I know he's not sleeping either. The silence rings in my ears. I don’t know what Ahmed is thinking about, but the darkest scenarios appear in my head and the worst episodes from our married life emerge. Will this all happen again?.. In the end, already hearing the bird whistle outside the window and the singing of the muezzin, convening the faithful to morning prayer, I fall asleep all in tears.

Among Arab housewives

I don’t want to wake up, let this dream last forever; but what is this divine aroma? Coffee, chocolate, burnt sugar, seasonings, and most of all, baked goods... Like my mother's homemade cakes! I hear the curtains part and feel the sun's rays on my face.

- Come on, open your beautiful eyes. – Ahmed kisses me tenderly on the lips. “It’s time for sleeping beauty to wake up,” he laughs.

“I don’t want to,” I whisper lazily, stretching like a cat.

“A new day promises new joys,” he says, as if nothing happened yesterday.

“Well, you know...” I break off the sentence.

I, of course, wanted to ask what joy was given to me yesterday, but I stopped in time. I have already realized that I shouldn’t play with fire and that in my current situation I need to keep my mouth shut. I'm at a disadvantage, there's no doubt about it. And yet the sun outside the window and the aromatic coffee in the cup give me optimism. Everything will be fine, it can’t be otherwise! In the end, we came here for a short time, only for the duration of the vacation, and time flies quickly.

– Maybe today you will introduce me to at least someone? – I ask, sitting up in bed. – Or, more precisely, will you introduce at least someone to me? After all, they all already know who I am,” I clarify the question, remembering my nightly thoughts.

- First, have breakfast, and then wash younger sister will take care of everything. – Last words Ahmed says with a sigh of relief. - I'm going to the city. I’ll visit the old places, see what has changed here during my absence,” my husband shares his plans with me. – Samira will come for you in about fifteen minutes, so fisa, fisa“,” he says, already heading towards the doors.

- I'm sorry, what? - I do not understand.

- See you in the evening, kitty! - he shouts from behind the doors. - Have a good time!

I didn’t even have time to tell him that I came here with him, which means that it is he, my husband, who should pay attention to me. This must be what he wanted - to take advantage of my confusion and get away with me!

I sit on my bed and sip coffee mixed with salty tears. Suddenly I hear children laughing in the yard. This is Marysya! And I didn’t even hear her get up... Lord, what kind of mother am I! It’s good that my daughter feels at home everywhere.

There's a knock on the door.

- Who's there? – I ask in a quiet, slightly trembling voice.

Instead of answering, a beautiful young girl with a shock of curly black hair above her forehead enters the room.

– Ahlyan, ana Samira. My name is Samira“, she says with a pleasant, sincere smile. Thank God she knows English!

I bow my head, wanting to stealthily wipe away my tears.

- Hey, Blondie, what happened? – she asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. – You can’t cry on your first day in a new place. It brings bad luck. “Looking at me with concern, she carefully takes my hand in hers.

In her eyes I see sparkles of joy and a mischievous sparkle. This immediately lifts my mood and I feel ready to fall in love with this girl.

- Everything is fine. I just have a headache,” I lie, as if on cue, and she understands perfectly well that this is a lie.

– Do you know what helps best with sadness? – she asks and smiles again radiantly. - Especially women...

- So what? – I sigh and throw a playful glance at her. - Good sex?

As if scalded, Samira lets go of my hand and jumps up from her seat.

- Hush hush!!! - she shouts. “I’m not married, I can’t talk about such things.”

- So how is it? – I’m surprised at her reaction. “After all, it’s the unmarried people who are talking about this, who else!” Husbands' wives talk among themselves about children, about paying bills, painting ceilings and buying new furniture. And they completely forget about pleasant things.

“Well, I’ll tell you that our women, in order not to be sad, eat cakes and chocolates,” Samira says, having calmed down a little and again sits down on the very edge of the bed.

- Ah, so that’s why almost all of them are so fat! – I innocently state obvious fact.

- Blondie... what is “good sex”? – Samira suddenly whispers, leaning towards me, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

– First of all, what kind of Blondie is this? “My name is Dorota, Dot for short,” I avoid answering, fearing further problems.

I reach for a chocolate-filled bagel, drizzled with icing and sprinkled with coconut and pieces of candied fruit.

“Mmmm...” I moan with pleasure, “now I understand!” “I’ve never eaten anything tastier in my life,” I mutter with my mouth full.

I close my eyes and enjoy the divine taste of chocolate on my palate. Yes, it really can lift your spirits! I reach for the next cake and sink my teeth into it with abandon. This time - honey with nuts... By God, this is more beautiful than angelic chants!

“You’ll see, before you know it, you’ll become as fat as our women,” Samira laughs and also joins the feast. – Still, what does “good sex” mean? she insists, looking me straight in the eyes.

– Hey you! You said that this topic is taboo for you! - I burst into laughter. “You can’t, no, no,” I tease her, expressively wagging my finger.

- Okay, but later. Now show me the house and introduce me to at least someone, I ask you,” I say and jump off the bed. “Otherwise I feel like I’m on the moon.”

Or maybe I confused the English words? Well, it happens. The main thing now is to at least somehow understand each other.

“All of us have been in the kitchen since morning,” she says cheerfully. - We are preparing a festive dinner. You get to know the person behind the cooking best, don't you?

Celebratory lunch on the occasion of our arrival! This cheered me up somewhat. “Perhaps it’s not so bad,” I thought, running down the stairs and trying to keep up with Ahmed’s thin sister.

The kitchen is spacious, about twenty square meters. My favorite thing is the access to the small back porch where you can sit, drink coffee or tea and even have a light snack. The furniture in the kitchen is also not bad - I saw something similar in a catalog of Italian furniture: beautiful ebony with a chrome finish. And how many kitchen appliances! Of course, I couldn't even include half of it. “Wow, an Arab tent in the desert!” – I chuckle mentally.

- Oh, are you up already? – Ahmed’s mother says sarcastically. “Everything is clear with you, sleeping beauty,” she declares, mixing Arabic words with English.

“I...” I’m trying to justify myself, although I don’t want to justify myself at all.

“We’ve all already met Blondie,” Samira interrupts me, “and now she should find out who we are.”

Phew, finally!

– This is Malika, our eldest sister. She only drops by from time to time - she has a serious position in the ministry and own business. Private clinic. “I shake the strong hand of the darkest and most elegant woman in the kitchen.” Indeed, judging by her appearance, she doesn't belong here.

– Hi“Don’t let these women get the better of you,” she says hoarsely. “I will sometimes take you away from here so that you don’t become completely stupid and wild,” she continues in a mentoring tone, shaking her expression expressively. index finger smeared in tomato puree. – Don’t let yourself be turned into an Arab household witch. – Lowering her voice, Malika winks at me conspiratorially. – Arabic wife“,” she snorts mockingly under her breath.

There is not a single playful note in her tone, she seems to be completely serious, and I have no idea what this young woman means. Is there anything wrong with being Arab wife? Or am I missing something?!

– Malika, don’t scare the girl! – someone’s warm voice is heard. – I am Miriam, the middle sister. – A slightly overweight woman enters the kitchen from the porch. She kisses my cheek and I smell cigarettes. Now it becomes clear to me which of the sisters Ahmed loves most and in whose honor he gave our daughter the name Marysya - Miriam in Arabic.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” I reassure her. “I’m just a little confused and out of my element.”

“I am Khadija,” someone muttered from behind the mother. - Also average.

Ahmed told me that one of his sisters was not lucky in life; this must be her. The dried-out big thing looks at me like a wolf and doesn’t even want to shake my hand, let alone kiss me.

“Now let’s get to work, girls,” mother intervenes, breaking the unpleasant silence, and immediately turns her back to me.

Only now do I notice packages, cardboard boxes and bags of groceries scattered all over the floor. A huge watermelon weighing more than ten kilograms (who picked it up?) lies in the corner among melons, peaches, plums and apples. Who will eat all this?! Perhaps this would be enough for a small village wedding!

Under the table, wrapped in gray paper and newspaper, lies the dead body of some animal.

- What is this? - I ask in surprise and fear, grabbing the carcass by the leg and trying to lift it to put it on the largest table in the middle of the kitchen.

- What do you think? A grown-up lamb,” Miriam replies, laughing. - Just not quite alive. Morta.

- And who will eat all this? – I whisper, leaning towards her ear.

“You’ll see,” she says mysteriously. “Our people have a good appetite, and usually about twenty people sit at the table, no less.”

Well, if so... You'll have to roll up your sleeves, say goodbye to long, well-groomed nails and get to work quickly.

“But if all this has to be ready by lunchtime, then how can we make it by three or four o’clock in the afternoon?” – I ask, already a little panicking.

“Kitty, we have dinner late in the evening or even at night,” the women reassure me. – We have enough time. Our men spend the whole day outside the house and only relax with their family in the evening.

Not bad! This means that men, after working a little, wander around the city, sit their pants in restaurants and cafes, and women hang out in the kitchens all day long so that husbands and fathers can fill their bellies and relax closer to night... Ha ha! Although, actually, I'm not laughing. Little by little I am beginning to understand what Malika meant when she spoke about the Arab wife. Oh no, my day today will be the exception, the exception that proves the rule! I don’t serve anyone and I don’t intend to serve anyone. And if tomorrow Akhmed again disappears with his friends for the whole day, then I will take Marysya and also go for a walk around the city. There should be buses or, at worst, taxis here! In short, we'll figure it out. It’s good that I agreed to come here only for the duration of my vacation. Wow vacation!

– Do you have rubber gloves for work? - I ask in broken English, helping myself with gestures, but I don’t get an answer. Instead, there are only surprised looks filled with disapproval: they say, how stupid you are!

Silently, gritting my teeth, I peel vegetables, remove fat from meat, prepare marinade under the supervision of my mother, help make dumplings, roll rolls and knead dough for cakes. Perhaps some people like these activities, but not me. I was sweating, my legs were sore from standing for so long, and my hands were on fire from peeling and chopping chili peppers. By God, I already want today to end as soon as possible.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Miriam coming out onto the porch, and I stealthily follow her. Hiding around the corner, she lights a cigarette.

- Will you treat me? - I ask.

– Of course, but remember: you can’t admit that you smoke. And you definitely can’t smoke in front of men,” she says in a whisper.

- And why is that? – I’m surprised. – I smoked more than once in Ahmed’s presence.

I take a puff of smoke. It seems that a cigarette has never brought me such pleasure. It's a chance to relax for a minute - and at the same time it's a sign of my independence.

- Do you live with your parents? – I ask after being silent for a minute.

- What are you talking about! – she laughs. - I would go crazy. My house is on the other side of the street. Sometimes - maybe too often - I take the kids and come here. It's always more fun together than when you're alone.

-Are you divorced? Don't you have a husband?

“Yes, and a good one,” she says and nods, as if wanting to convince herself of the veracity of her words. - But he has a job, responsibilities... and all that. Even when he is in town, he is away from home almost all day. But mostly he is out there in the desert, in the oil fields. He works for an oil company, makes very good money, but... - She sighs. – You know, something has to be sacrificed. “Her face expresses nothing, only her eyebrows rise upward. “Such is life,” Miriam sums up dispassionately, spreading her hands.

- Well, what kind of life is this?! – I almost scream. - It’s impossible!

“Quiet, don’t yell,” she hisses angrily. “I have a family, an excellent husband, and money in general is excellent. I'm not complaining. I was already very lucky: I chose my husband myself and I had the opportunity to get to know him well while we were studying at the university. In addition, he is not some old man, but a quite attractive man of the same age as me.

– So you studied at the university? - I am amazed, casting another glance at Miriam: in a colorful housecoat and a funny tied scarf, she looks like a maid of the pre-war years.

“How sweet you are,” she states ironically. - Well, I'm not surprised. I don't look like a high-class woman. Not like Malika... - She sighs sadly. “But Malika was never afraid to resist. Well, now that she has already achieved a position in society and has begun to earn good money, no one can dictate terms to her at all. And I have always been obedient, too obedient. So I came to what I was supposed to come to. – Miriam energetically points a finger at her ample breasts.

I feel sorry for her. She sits with her eyes down sadly, and the secretly smoked cigarette is the only manifestation of her independence, her willfulness, her rebellion.

- Why did you say that you were lucky - you chose your husband yourself? – I’m interested. - I don't understand…

-Have you not read anything at all about Arab culture, history, customs, traditions?! – she asks with reproach in her voice and looks at me in bewilderment. – You learned a few words in Arabic and you think that this is enough to marry an Arab? Salam alaikum, shukran jazilyan And ahlyan ua sahlyan: Hello, thank you very much, all the best to you. “Now she’s really angry.” – Three words – and you and your Arab husband will live happily ever after... Ha! – With an offended snort, Miriam turns away to go back to the kitchen.

- Why are you so angry? - I'm trying to defuse the situation. – People meet, fall in love and want to be together. So it seems to me. And I don’t need any manuals or historical works for this,” I express my point of view, although lately it does not seem so undeniable to me.

“And you think that’s enough?” – Miriam squats down next to me again. – What about relatives, customs, religion? Just take the way we celebrate holidays! No, little Blondie, love isn't everything.

“I’ve already experienced something the hard way,” I reluctantly admit, recalling our quarrels with Akhmed and misunderstandings on many significant issues. – I read a little about Arab traditions, but it seemed to me that all this was already history, all this was in the distant past; It's the end of the twentieth century, isn't it? And Ahmed himself considers himself more of a person of modern views...

“He said that in Poland, my dear!” Poland is a completely different matter. And here we are ruled by tradition, old good tradition. “She looks at me carefully, and in her gaze I read concern. - Let’s quickly go to the kitchen, otherwise there will be a scandal. Now everyone will begin to be indignant that we are idle.

We run back, but it seems that none of the women noticed our absence. The lamb is baking, the salads are ready (each in a huge bowl the size of a foot wash basin!), the soup is bubbling in the cauldron, and the cakes are hidden in the pantry so that the kids won't get to them. All that remains is to prepare the sauces, and then you can say that a modest family dinner is ready.

It's already getting dark outside. Marysya plays with the children in the courtyard; She feels good here - she’s not afraid of anything, she laughs and is mischievous, just like at home. It’s still good that Ahmed spoke to her in Arabic: now she doesn’t feel the language barrier. All the words and expressions she had ever heard came to life in her memory, and her daughter amusingly communicates in an amazing guttural dialect with the children around her, as if she was born here.

My strength is leaving me: a long day spent in the kitchen is taking its toll. And even this unbearable heat... Your hair sticks to your sweaty cheeks, your hands, reddened from hot pepper, look terrible, it’s better not to think about your nails at all, and your legs are so swollen that you can’t see your ankles. I'm not used to working so much, especially in such heat.

– Where did Samira go? “I notice her absence, even though my eyes are watering.

- Lucky girl! She has classes at the university, so she always takes time off from work,” Miriam answers calmly.

- But it’s okay, it won’t be for long, not for long! – Khadija almost screams, and I can hear the gloating in her voice.

- Why? Is she already graduating from university? – I inquire innocently.

“Her freedom is ending,” this skinny woman hisses. - And soon the roasted rooster will peck at her. Enough of these parties with girlfriends, these fashionable clothes and complete freedom. Ha!

“Calm down, Khadija,” Malika says calmly but firmly. – Nothing has been decided yet. The girl is trying so hard to avoid her disgusting fate that maybe she will succeed. In any case, I wish this for her with all my heart. I feel very sorry for her, it’s a pity to give her to such an old man.

I don’t understand the essence of this conversation, because, of course, no one initiates me into anything, and besides, the women, out of excitement, forget to switch to English and shout at each other in Arabic. Thank God, they gesture all the time, and this helps me catch the meaning of their statements and understand at least a little what they are talking about.

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Oksana L. has been dating a resident of Jordan for four years, who came to Kyiv to study and earn money, and tells how she and her friend manage to combine such different views of the East and West.

About friendship and personal boundaries
We always have guests at our house. At any moment, a friend or just an acquaintance can call and come to our home in the middle of the night. Naturally, as a woman, I need to set the table and make sure everyone is fed and happy. Sometimes the house resembles some kind of Arab camp, and not a family nest.

If a friend needs help, you need to rush to him in the middle of the night. Arabs are always ready to help out a friend, come where they need to, pick them up, lend money.

They are not jealous of friends. My friend is very jealous, but this only applies to our Slavic guys and men, although I don’t give a reason. He trusts his own people. In any case, his friends, understanding who we are to each other, never allowed themselves even harmless flirting.

About work
They prefer conversations to business - long conversations over hookahs. These are real philosophers who are ready to reason and plan for hours. Although this time could be spent on constructive action rather than chatter, most of from which it will be forgotten the very next day. Eastern men have this problem: their conversations often diverge from their actions. They promise a lot, and they themselves sincerely believe in what they say. Plans can change dramatically, or mood, or something else, and promises will remain just words.

Arab men need to be encouraged - this is how they become inspired and are ready to move mountains for the sake of their family. This applies, in particular, to work. It is important for them to feel that a woman believes in their strengths and capabilities.

Generators of unusual ideas. In the four years since I’ve known my man, he’s started all sorts of businesses. Cafe, transportation of dogs and birds from Ukraine, which are in demand in his homeland in Jordan, processing of semi-precious stones, etc. But he did not bring any ideas to completion. I didn’t initially calculate the risks, I acted based on momentary desires, passion and emotions.

Many people do not value their parents' money. Young people live and have fun at the expense of their parents and do not know the value of money earned not by their own labor.

Attitude towards women
Most Arabs are spoiled by their mother's attention, love care and are often selfish. They like to surround themselves with everything beautiful and are avid fashionistas. They love to dress up: beautiful clothes, shoes, an abundance of rings and bracelets. Favorite clients of barbershops: stylish beard, gelled hair, expensive perfumes.

They love to educate, and if they fail, they can use force. They put pressure on me morally. Very hot-tempered. Any little thing can set them off. At the same time, their woman should admire them.

They love to brag about their woman to their friends - they tell them what a housewife she is, caring and a jack of all trades. It is important for them that others admire their woman, and therefore automatically admire them.

It is difficult to offer our men to live together - they are afraid for their freedom. Arab men, on the contrary, want the girl they like to be constantly in their sight. At home, nearby, close by. They are ready to protect and care for her, although they demand a lot in return.

Very generous. If possible, they give the woman gifts, they like broad gestures, and are not at all stingy.

They value independence in our women, the fact that a woman can take care of herself, earn money and not depend on a man as much as possible. In his homeland, women mostly stay at home and do housework.

There is a minus. Monogamy is not for Eastern men. How many times have I seen how families arab men They're after our girls. When my wife calls, they hang up or don’t pick up. And when they call back, they sing like a nightingale, as they love, and exquisitely lie about why they couldn’t answer. Treason is not considered as such for them. This is the norm in the life of an Eastern man.

About everyday life
My friend definitely won’t eat borscht for three days in a row, although he really loves my borscht. Arab men are very demanding and capricious in everyday life, like children, and are often dependent. If we talk about my man, he can clean and cook even better than me. But it is important for him to see that they care about him and do something for him.

I’m used to Russian cuisine, but my love for hummus and flatbreads remains unchanged.

Loves cleanliness, but not to the point of fanaticism. He understands that we both work a lot and come home very late, so we don’t always have the physical strength to clean and cook at night.

About children and family
My man is ready to coddle with every child, but I’m not sure that he will get up in the middle of the night for his own. This is the wife's responsibility. And the man pampers his child and pays attention to him during short games. All other delights of education fall on the shoulders of the woman.

When married to a Christian, there is no choice in what religion they choose. joint child- he is a priori born a Muslim. Especially if we're talking about about the boy.

My man’s parents are wealthy and ready to support him, but he, having matured, when the youthful frenzy had passed and partying with friends was no longer a priority, wanted to prove to his family that he could stand on his own two feet.

About religion
I refused to convert to Islam, realizing that I would not be able to wear closed clothes, honor Muslim traditions and be in a “golden cage” at home. He didn’t swear, he accepted my choice. But it is very important for him that his woman shares her religion with him and his legal wife, in any case, must convert to Islam or be a Muslim initially.

Arabs know the Koran from an early age. They read it like mantras. But my man openly admits that, living among Russians and Ukrainians, he leads an anti-Muslim lifestyle.

His mother, when she came to visit us, brought a hijab as a gift with the hint that I should accept their religion since I live with her son.

A negative attitude towards alcohol remains, despite the love for discos (already in the past) and hookah smoking (this is part of traditions). He doesn't respect it when a woman drinks, even in company.

About future
After living with an Arab man, it’s strange to see how our women treat their Russian husbands. It’s crazy to see the disrespectful attitude and desire to be in charge at times. My views on what a woman should be like in a relationship with any man have changed.

I don’t know where this relationship will lead - Russian girls are more freedom-loving, ambitious and active. I wouldn’t like to be completely dependent on my husband.

But Arab men are like sweet nectar. You can’t get drunk, but even when you drink, it becomes too cloying that you want plain water. But after nectar it seems tasteless. I’m like a tightrope walker halfway: I can’t go back, but the unknown lies ahead...