أنا لا أحب قيادة السيارة.
Yesterday, for an article I’m writing work, I interviewed three young women from Saudi Arabia. They’ve all been in the United States for less than a year, and they all agreed on one thing: They love driving.
They detailed for me all the restrictions placed on women in their home country: No leaving the house without a trusted male escort, no going out after dark, no bank transactions without your husband present, and no driving. At all.
One of the women is a mother of two. One is a PhD candidate in biochemistry. Neither was allowed to drive a car down the street.
I didn’t share with them the fact that I’ve had the freedom to drive since I was practically a child, that I was given a car to go wherever my teenage curfew allowed, and that at any moment I please, I could write a check or sign a contract and drive home my very own car.
For a second, I felt ungrateful for not driving a car as much as I possibly can.
Today, one of the women has her driver’s license, and the other two are making excited plans to get theirs.
P.S. Copy and paste the title of this post into Google Translate to see what it means.