You say 'Tomato', I say 'Divorce'!

Ridiculous

At least it was finished and done with sans all the court hearings, litigation, lawyers, witnesses, and gory accounts of each others inglorious past.

well, just for the record, the Tomatos nowadays are worth 10 SAR/KG if not more, while it was just 2SAR/KG few years back.

Salman

She'll be better off without a husband like him!!!

the question is..why did she need such a large quantity of tomatoes...was she making ketchup??

Husband like these shud be jailed!
Here, its wife's mistake as well. When her husband cannot afford to buy tomatoes, she could have cooked something else! She shouldn't have given inferiority complex to her husband by buying tomatoes. She might was buying using her parent's money. You never know.

i just know that women are stubborn!

mirfarali wrote:

the question is..why did she need such a large quantity of tomatoes...was she making ketchup??

Probably got the biggest batch possible to pelt him with   I sure hope she did, the man is an idiot and I think she got a lucky escape to be rid of him!  Mind you, one is intrigued to wonder what, exactly she WAS doing with all those tomatoes???  Any ideas everyone

shahab.ali wrote:

i just know that women are stubborn!

and your point is what exactly!  LOL

She can surely find a better feller....

gowiththeflowUK wrote:

By ARAB NEWS

Published: Nov 1, 2010 21:34 Updated: Nov 2, 2010 01:37

Al-AHSA: Here is another story from the annals of wacky Saudi divorces. A security guard in Al-Ahsa divorced his 28-year-old wife because she demanded that he buy her two boxes of tomatoes for cooking every week, a local daily reported on Monday.

Perhaps it was the high price of produce or his own personal distaste for tomatoes but the man refused her demands. And when, for the second time in a week, he caught her at the local vegetable market buying tomatoes, he slapped her in front of passersby.

Ashamed and infuriated, the woman declared that she did not want to live with such a cruel husband. He granted her her wish and divorced her on the spot.

Daaaaaaaaaaaammmnnn.. Thats the craziest most funniest thing i've ever heard. But we have to admit, the tomatoes have gotten pretty expensive! I gotta back the man up on that :p...

Thing should be re-evaluated.. For example: People should get a license before getting married or having a baby. This way if anyone neglects to follow the basic instruction on how to be "Humane"; they would be educated by getting to pay a fine. This is due to the fact that money is the one and only way to get to people now a days. 'Hit them where it hurts'

Lets wait and see if 'Saher' could affirm this assumption.

Funny! I loged in today to post this story:

In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!
by Kimmies Floral on Wednesday, August 18, 2010 at 1:43pm
MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Nina_01 wrote:

gowiththeflowUK wrote:

By ARAB NEWS

Published: Nov 1, 2010 21:34 Updated: Nov 2, 2010 01:37

Al-AHSA: Here is another story from the annals of wacky Saudi divorces. A security guard in Al-Ahsa divorced his 28-year-old wife because she demanded that he buy her two boxes of tomatoes for cooking every week, a local daily reported on Monday.

Perhaps it was the high price of produce or his own personal distaste for tomatoes but the man refused her demands. And when, for the second time in a week, he caught her at the local vegetable market buying tomatoes, he slapped her in front of passersby.

Ashamed and infuriated, the woman declared that she did not want to live with such a cruel husband. He granted her her wish and divorced her on the spot.

Daaaaaaaaaaaammmnnn.. Thats the craziest most funniest thing i've ever heard. But we have to admit, the tomatoes have gotten pretty expensive! I gotta back the man up on that :p...

Thing should be re-evaluated.. For example: People should get a license before getting married or having a baby. This way if anyone neglects to follow the basic instruction on how to be "Humane"; they would be educated by getting to pay a fine. This is due to the fact that money is the one and only way to get to people now a days. 'Hit them where it hurts'

Lets wait and see if 'Saher' could affirm this assumption.

crazy things can happen in this world.

amegy wrote:

Funny! I loged in today to post this story:

In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!
by Kimmies Floral on Wednesday, August 18, 2010 at 1:43pm
MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Everytime I read about marriage, the story is a sad one it's either there are no happy married couples, or they have better things to do than write their stories. Wish some of them would tell their tales though

amegy!!! we are already sad here, thats y we kinda cheer up on this site and u posting these things???

I'll post something about my marriage then...

More than a few times after a hard day's work, I have decided to stop by a florist's to get some flowers for my wife. I get home, ring the doorbell. And when she opens the door, I have the flowers held in front of my face. Every time she gets those flowers, the smile on her lips is good enough to make my day better in an instant.

MadMaz wrote:

Everytime I read about marriage, the story is a sad one it's either there are no happy married couples, or they have better things to do than write their stories. Wish some of them would tell their tales though

I've read this before.  And I love to read it over and over & it moves me every time.  Though the story ends in a sad way, it carries a positive message.  End of the day, nothing gives that unexplainable content & happiness that you feel as true love.

mirfarali wrote:

I'll post something about my marriage then...

More than a few times after a hard day's work, I have decided to stop by a florist's to get some flowers for my wife. I get home, ring the doorbell. And when she opens the door, I have the flowers held in front of my face. Every time she gets those flowers, the smile on her lips is good enough to make my day better in an instant.

YES.  Can't agree more!  Its these small things that makes life beautiful...

That's scary. Our wives should never say Tomato no more.

Most of the Muslims in Al-Ahsa are Shia, hence they have some specific practices. Similarly in Qatif, where temporary marriages are conducted.

Now and again you will hear of random, bizarre stories, as you would in any country.

shahab.ali wrote:

amegy!!! we are already sad here, thats y we kinda cheer up on this site and u posting these things???

Sorry you feel that way!  That was never my intention.  So, cheeeeeeeeeeerze!

Last week it was 15.30 SR

The price isn't the only factor..consider that maybe he did not like tomatoes every week. On a personal note, tomatoes aren't my exactly my fav either.

nonz wrote:

Last week it was 15.30 SR

Hoooooolly coowww.. Thats like 2 shirts in discount...
Ok whoever needs food recipes that dont contain tomatoe in them. Contact me at once.

Prince Panda wrote:

... hence they have some specific practices.

I did not write this, I wrote "they have some strange and highly unorthodox practices". Who changed my post?? If it was deemed inappropriate I would like to be informed so I can change it myself, rather than have someone change it for me!

You guys missed the point.  It wasn't about tomatoes--it was about CONTROL (and his wife's refusal to submit).

He TOLD her not to buy more tomatoes--then he 'caught' her at the grocery store (had obviously been following her) and began slapping her.

There is a LOT more going on here than mere tomatoes

Alliecat wrote:

You guys missed the point.  It wasn't about tomatoes--it was about CONTROL (and his wife's refusal to submit).

He TOLD her not to buy more tomatoes--then he 'caught' her at the grocery store (had obviously been following her) and began slapping her.

There is a LOT more going on here than mere tomatoes

EXACTLY! Thank you Allie

see women are stubborn!

shahab.ali wrote:

see women are stubborn!

shaddup or I'll slap you around

shahab.ali wrote:

see women are stubborn!

things r hotting up.....

it's okay.. shababy is used to this lol

Alliecat wrote:

You guys missed the point.  It wasn't about tomatoes--it was about CONTROL (and his wife's refusal to submit).

He TOLD her not to buy more tomatoes--then he 'caught' her at the grocery store (had obviously been following her) and began slapping her.

There is a LOT more going on here than mere tomatoes

absolutely. this is more of a EGO feeling rather than Tomato or some thing else.

It goes beyond ego.  It's abuse.

Prince Panda wrote:

Prince Panda wrote:

... hence they have some specific practices.

I did not write this, I wrote "they have some strange and highly unorthodox practices". Who changed my post?? If it was deemed inappropriate I would like to be informed so I can change it myself, rather than have someone change it for me!

I did after I received a report. Some people may feel offended.

Alliecat wrote:

It goes beyond ego.  It's abuse.

I agree

abuse is a way of life on the planet, these days

musicman wrote:

abuse is a way of life on the planet, these days

Correct.

musicman wrote:

abuse is a way of life on the planet, these days

Correct, we see people abuse others for a very silly reasons. Yday, where I was standing , some passengers who need to go to some place, stopped a taxi driver and were asking him about the route, rate etc where there was another TAXI driver came with his taxi and started abusing the earliert taxiwala like "Are you trying to fix a match for your Daughter or what" . I was shocked at the kind of abuuse, there was enough space if the taxi driver can pass by, but it only looked like that the second taxi driver just trying abuse rather than adjust. VERY CRAZY