It’s ironic to me…the entire time Abdullah (my late husband) and I were in Riyadh there was not a single sandstorm. Yet after we had departed Saudi, there has been at least one or more sandstorms each year thereafter. However I am grateful that we did not have to experience a sandstorm.
I remember when first arriving in Riyadh, Abdullah sharing with me his experiences of sandstorms towards preparing me that they were something I’d have to contend with at some point. He described how he got caught in a sandstorm going home from work one time. He saw the great roll of sand clouds approaching similar to a tidal wave obscuring everything in its path. When the waves of sand engulfed his car the day went dark and he felt the sand whipping around, through and in his car. He removed his smaugh and wrapped it around his face for protection from the sand particles. In spite of his efforts, he felt and tasted the sand as it made its way into the crevices of the car. When he finally arrived at his house rather than enter the house in his now brown thobe, he removed all his clothes rather than drag even more sand into the house.
The windows of his house had splotches of sand sticking to them. In spite of the closed doors and windows and towels which had been placed in front of exterior doors, the sand managed to make its way into the house. The floors, curtains, carpets and furniture had their own frosting of sand. Much cleaning would need to be done.
Abdullah said he went immediately to the shower to get the sand off of his body and out of his hair, nose and eyes. When he finished his shower, his eyes were bloodshot from the sand particles.
The recent sand storm which took place on the 25th of February engulfed our former neighborhood. I can only imagine the clean up whoever now occupies our villa had to undertake. Yes…I’m glad Abdullah and I did not experience a sand storm during our time together in Riyadh.
The following are pictures which were shared with me of the 25 February 2012 sand storm in Riyadh.