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Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2012

Let’s get sporty, the devil can wait…

Reading a Human Rights Watch (HRW) report last week on the “denial of women’s and girl’s rights to sport in Saudi Arabia,” had me shaking my head and reviewing a lifelong love of sports and physical activities.

Was I on my way to hell? Indeed not. Sport has always been a big part of my life. It has helped me understand teamwork, sportsmanship and adopt a healthy lifestyle.

HRW’s 51-page report, ‘Steps of the Devil’: Denial of Women and Girls’ Right to Sport in Saudi Arabia, published on 15 February 2012, documents “discrimination by Saudi Arabia’s Ministry of Education in denying girls physical education in state schools, as well as discriminatory practices by the General Presidency for Youth Welfare, a youth and sports ministry, in licensing women’s gyms and supporting only all-male sports clubs. The National Olympic Committee of Saudi Arabia also has no programs for women athletes and has not fielded women in past Olympic Games,” and the upcoming Games in London this summer.

Could I live without sports? Definitely. But would I have the same quality of life? Absolutely not!

With dad, mom and sister Asma at the beach in Jeddah
My mom, Vicky, used to say I learned to swim before walking. First in Jeddah where I was born, then in Baghdad where we moved, swimming was my first and favored sport. I got into it wholeheartedly and collected a good number of small trophies.

Dad Esa in his tennis whites and on the tennis court
Sports were always a drive in the family. My dad, Esa, was a football champion in Palestine and then switched to tennis. His name is engraved on the walls of St. George’s School in Jerusalem. Every trip we made back to the Holy Land, he would take us to visit his school and proudly show us the plaques bearing his name on the walls of the famous institution.

In primary school in Tunis and then at the Lycée, the two hours of physical education per week were my favorite classes. But the one thing I never got around was rope climbing. I just couldn’t coordinate the simultaneous hands and legs movement. The physical education exam helped boost my Baccalauréat grade in my continuing appreciation for all things physical and outdoors.

Happiest in the sea and preparing to dive
We got our first black and white television in 1966 to watch England play, and win, the FIFA World Cup. There was no turning back after that. The TV was switched on at weekends for the football games, mostly the Italian Serie A matches aired then in Tunisia.  Wherever we were, we would rush home on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, whatever we were doing, to watch the games with dad. Friends would join us and the weekend would kick off.

My first bike
My parents always encouraged outdoor activities like walking, cycling and swimming during summer vacation. Any activity we chose was always encouraged, even when I took up fencing for a while. Dad shook his head, but for months still took me to my fencing class. He must have been pleased when that phase died out.

During the 15-year civil war in Lebanon, there was hardly a day I missed going to the beach. Often we would swim while bullets were raining down on the Sporting Club. I continued swimming in London. Luckily the gym was minutes away from my home and office, making it easy to break up the long days with an hour of laps. Living and working in Chelsea, a stone’s throw away from Stamford Bridge, I adopted Chelsea FC as my football team more than 25 years ago.

At the Dubai Marathon
In Dubai, I found gyms expensive so took to the streets, where apart from the past few months, I run in the open air. This led to my participation in the 10K run at the Dubai Marathon in 2009 (see Why I run? – August 13, 2010).

That’s why I find it hard to understand how sports could be “steps of the devil.”

HRW has called on the International Olympic Committee (IOC) to make ending discrimination against women in sports in the kingdom a condition for Saudi Arabia’s participation in Olympic sporting events, including the 2012 London Games.

“‘No women allowed,’ is the kingdom’s message to Saudi women and girls who want to play sports,” said Christoph Wilcke, senior Middle East researcher at Human Rights Watch. “The fact that women and girls cannot train to compete clearly violates the Olympic Charter’s pledge to equality and gives the Olympic movement itself a black eye.”

Saudi Arabia is one of only three countries in the world never to have sent a female athlete to the Olympics. The other two, Qatar and Brunei, do not bar women from competitive sports and their women athletes have participated in other international sporting competitions.

However Qatar announced on February 20 that it would send women athletes to the Olympics for the first time at the London Games. The IOC has offered Qatar wild card invitations for two female athletes to compete in London — swimmer Nada Arkaji and sprinter Noor al-Malki.

The UAE made history this month when it announced its first women’s track and field squad will be heading to the London Olympics.

Sheikha Maitha leads the UAE in Beijing

Sheikha Maitha in action at the Olympics
Indeed, Sheikha Maitha bint Mohammad bin Rashid Al Maktoum -- daughter of HH Sheikh Mohammad Bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice-President and Prime Minister of the UAE and Ruler of Dubai – also made history for the UAE in 2008. At the Beijing Olympics, Sheikha Maitha became the first woman to represent the Emirates at the Olympic Games where she competed in the 67kg taekwondo event. She was also the first female flag-bearer at the Olympics from the Gulf region, inspiring young women around the Gulf and Middle East.

HRW has called on Saudi Arabia to act within one year to introduce physical education for girls in all schools, open women’s sections, and allocate funds to women’s sport in the youth ministry, the Saudi National Olympic Committee, and Saudi sports federations. The report says “these steps are necessary evidence of a Saudi effort to end discrimination against women in sports and thus a prerequisite for allowing the kingdom to be represented in Olympic events.”
HRW adds, “Women and girls are not only denied the thrill of competition, but also the physical and psychological benefits, leading to longer, healthier lives, that participation in sports conveys...
“Addressing health threats through expanded sports opportunities for women and girls has also been supported by Saudi religious leaders. For example, Sheikh Ali Abbas al-Hikmi, a member of the Council of Senior Religious Scholars, the highest religious body, considered women practicing sport an ‘Islamic necessity’ and Adil al-Kalabani, former chief imam of the Holy Mosque in Mecca, supported opening women’s sports clubs… Other government clerics of the Council of Senior Religious Scholars, like Sheikh Dr. Abdelkarim al-Khudair, however, have decried women’s sports as ‘steps of the devil’ leading to moral corruption.”

The Olympic Charter states, “The practice of sport is a human right. Every individual must have the possibility of practicing sport, without discrimination of any kind [and any] form of discrimination with regard to a country or a person on grounds of race, religion, politics, gender or otherwise is incompatible with belonging to the Olympic Movement.”

Apart from appreciating and watching sports on TV, sports are a way of life that can be adopted in a variety of ways and means. It could be walking, running, swimming, basketball, tennis, volleyball, beach sports… The possibilities are endless.

Practicing one sport or other is one of the things we can do for our bodies and ourselves and can only lead to better health and quality of life.

Let’s do it, let’s all get sporty. The devil can wait…

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Why I run? – August 13, 2010

Friday, August 13, 2010

Why I run?

It is a question I ask myself every evening when I come back from my run, dripping from head to toe, only to grin and bear a "hot" shower -- because there's no running cold water in Dubai from May through October, if not November.

I am not a natural runner. Swimming and the sea are more my thing. My mum, Vicky, always said I swam before I walked.

In London, I was lucky to live and work at Chelsea Harbour and take advantage of the beautiful swimming pool of the hotel there. And so, gray skies, wind, rain or snow -- very rarely sun!!! -- I would dedicate one hour a day to swimming. It was a ritual and discipline I kept up for many years.

Chelsea Harbour
The pool and big windows to the left

Mind you, I did try the hotel's gym a couple of times. I found a pair of trainers and hopped onto a treadmill. The lady next to me was jogging away and I thought, "Oh, I can do that." Sure... My knees gave way and I could hardly walk for three weeks.

It was fun though when football teams were away against my club, Chelsea FC -- Stamford Bridge being a stone's throw away -- and stayed at the hotel in Chelsea Harbour. They would  train at the hotel's gym and it was great to meet them and watch their routines. Once, this very handsome guy was singing away, non-stop, while lifting weights. To earn myself a respite, I kindly asked him to guide me through a few movements. Later, when I recounted the episode to a  friend, she gulped... It turned out he was one of the Il Divo singers. Grace Jones too used to come in for a swim. She'd arrive, flamboyant as ever, in her famous fake fur coat. She was always chatty and friendly with all the other girls in the changing room. Ohhhh, and when Boyzone were in town...

But I mostly stuck to the 17-meter heated pool that had a huge bay window the length of the hall . It was great to be in the water when it was freezing cold, snowing or pouring with rain outdoors.

And the charming thing was that in the changing room, pool or gym, everyone was friendly, encouraging and eager to exchange fitness tips. 

The pool in my garden... super, but not for laps!
When I relocated to Dubai, I opted for accommodation premises featuring a pool in the garden. That did it! But it wasn't exactly the kind of pool to do laps in. I couldn't find a close-by gym -- yes, my driving phoebia -- or an affordable one! Sure, I would have loved to go to the Jumeirah Beach Hotel gym, except that.... So the best alternative was to hit the road! And hit it I did.

At first I used to walk for one hour in the early morning. A neighbor and her Labrador joined me and we would walk all around Umm Suqeim. We got to know all the gardeners, drivers and construction workers in the area. But then the flies got the better of us -- we were shutting them out from our throats and hitting  ourselves nonstop to keep them away. Also a special track was built on Al Thanya Street, which is when I decided to switch to evenings and try that out.

The Al Thanya Street track (on the left)
Exercising in the street is like walking a dog. You meet and talk to people you wouldn't otherwise connect with. And so every evening, the same people from diverse nationalities and age groups gather at the track, each doing his or her thing. We get to know each other, share our daily tit-bits, exchange health tips and exercise together. There is an elderly Indian couple; the three Emirati brothers who live opposite the track; lots of Emirati ladies in their abayas; the guys from a neighboring school (one of them, Rajiv, could earn a fortune working as a personal trainer); the English lady who walks morning and evening; the Iraqi and Lebanese gentlemen who walk en masse; and so many others.

With my running mate Mina at the end of the Dubai Marathon in January
Little by little I started hobbling around the track. One lady, Mina, was up to10 laps. We thought she was wacky. One day we got talking and I joined her. One lap became two,  three, then four... Last October Mina and I decided to try for the 10K in the Dubai Marathon. We trained daily, encouraged by all the others. We were lucky to run at the same pace and our excitement kept mounting till the morning of January 22, when we joined thousands at Dubai Media City. And we did complete the run in 1.10.14.

I have to admit that now, with temperatures in the 45 degrees Celsius in the evening, I'm only doing 4-5 kms, just for good measure.

Which takes me back to the question: Why do I run? The answer is very simple: Because I can! I am extremely fortunate to be in good health (touch wood, does a little dance, brings out the rabbit tail) and to have two arms and legs that are fully functional. I also run because it's "me" time -- time when I can think, see, smell and be part of the outdoors and of a great like-minded community. I watch the sun set behind Burj al Arab and think how fortunate I am to be able to do so.

I run to the sun

The wind caressing my back

Pushing me forward