No not army brat, OIL BRAT, no I'm not Muslim, yes if females didn't dress to cover our skin then we we're fair game for public lashing, but the trick was simple, never leave the compound alone as a female. As far as religion, when I was there, there were still human hands hanging on the fence to the compound that used to belong to thieves. Possesion of pork, a Christian Bible, drugs, porn, explosives (AKA cool ass fireworks smuggled in my brother's suitcase from the 4th of July in the USA) It's sad now, the war. I can't even go back to where I grew up or probably never could get a visa as a female alone I am banished from The Royal Kingdom forever. Ahhhh Bummer.
My Dad was a geologist for oil in Saudi , b4 that my Grandpa was. By the time Dad went to Arabia Grandpa had a game farm in Kenya.
The United States are beautiful but lack adventure but I'll take peace anyday, but I miss the wild days. Once we drove from Rotterdam to Dhahran in a new Blazer , 7,500 miles. Wow, what an adventure. I love my memories in spite of the Gulf War changing my entire life as I know it! I remember the air raid sirens and hiding in bomb shelters when I was a kid.
Best Part of ARABIA: The day my brother and I went to the Damam camel market and suprised Dad with a pet of honor. A stinky, puking, hissing, spitting, meanest ass camel on earth. I think the house boy ate it or something, I KNOW he ate my chickens, Yellow and Jello.