I realize now that my MacBook Pro can edit faces, so here is a picture of my girls with their traditional dresses on. |
About 20 minutes later we were called to an all faculty meeting with Dr. Mugheer. He brought an English translator so we could all understand what he said. He gave all teachers an opportunity to ask questions, and many good questions were asked. The Arabic teachers asked questions like why were they being replaced with English teachers who did not understand their culture and their religion. They asked about what would happen if they could not learn English. He reassured them that there would be jobs for all of them, even if some had to be transferred. According to the translator the teachers expressed that they were happy with us, but they knew of some schools where the English speaking teachers were not easy to work with and were not demonstrating good Islamic values as role models for the children. Then one of the English teachers got up to ask a question. She got very emotional and said that she came here to learn about the culture but had not been given the opportunity to do so. While I may or may not agree with her (after all, we were not trying too hard to be social with the Arabic teachers just as much as they avoided us) I do feel she had a point. Unfortunately the Arabic teachers were quite upset that this issue was brought up in front of the "Big Cheese".
After leaving our meeting we stood around to chat and as we did so we saw the furniture being removed from our English planning room. We were then each assigned to an Arabic planning room where we would eat lunch and spend our planning time if not in our rooms. There were 2-3 teachers assigned to each Arabic room.
Sunday, upon our return, I was nervous, but I entered the Arabic room for lunch. The two other teachers assigned to our room decided to eat in their classrooms, but I was determined to brave the fire. My one Arabic "friend", Miss Alia, was in that room. She's always been friendly and helpful towards me. As I arrived they greeted me warmly and invited me to take off my shoes and sit on the rug to share their Arabic food and ginger tea. They asked me many questions in English, how many children did I have? What did I teach in America? How long was I a teacher? They were amazed that this was my 24th year as a teacher. The lunch conversation was 90% Arabic, 10 % English. I survived.
Monday rolled around and it was lunch day 2. Again, the other teachers chose not to join us in the Arabic room, but I was not going to shy away. I brought pictures of my kids and my house in America. I also had made Oatmeal cookies to share with them. GOOD MOVE! They asked me question after question and told me I was different from other English teachers. I was interested in learning about them and they appreciated it. Then the 5th grade science teacher invited ME to go with them to the Abu Dhabi Science Festival on a field trip. We were allowed to send 30 girls and they gave 5 spots for my girls to fill. I was so happy that I got tears in my eyes, but I think that made them even happier with me. Monday the conversation was 70% Arabic and 30% English.
Tuesday the other two English teachers joined us and we all chatted and shared food. The ginger tea was made from freshly ground ginger and it is a new favorite. Wednesday the Arabic teachers bought each of us a Kandora, a traditional dress to wear. So, of course on Thursday we wore them. I even found a Shayla (head scarf) to match.
This was a draining week, but I have to say I've acquired about 20 new Arabic words and have found favor with the Arabic teachers. Life is hard but good!