The previous few posts that I’ve done always seem to level hate towards Saudi cops. As a photographer (a marginally acceptable pastime in Saudi Arabia), run-ins with the police are frequent and seldom pleasant. But every now and then you have an experience that warms your heart. There are good, clear-headed people out there, and this story is about one of them.
It was the summer of 2007, and a major turning point in my life. In a bewildering start to the year, I had been accepted at the University of Michigan to pursue a Master’s degree in Financial Engineering. Having said goodbye to family and friends, I was en route to a new life. And I had no idea what to expect. Certainly not the events that were about to unfold.