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Journalism is not exclusive for men

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What is it like to be a female journalist in Saudi Arabia?

Jomanah Khojah

How easy is it for women to be outside ‘rubbing shoulders’ with men in a male dominated profession?

How  is it for a female to be asking men questions that hit them ‘under their belly’ in a country where women are not allowed to drive cars?

These are questions I put to a female journalist from Saudi Arabia, who responded that  “Journalism changed me and moulded me to be more open to challenges.”

Her name is Jomana Khojah. A shy girl turned journalist who now approach people for information.

A daughter of a Saudi diplomat. Born in Saudi Arabia, but brought up in different countries of the world which include Turkey, Russia, USA, Egypt, Lebanon, France, Spain and Morocco.


She started her career as a trainee at Al-Hayat Newspaper in Beirut where she learnt the basic rudiments of journalism. She then moved to Saudi Arabia to continue her career.

Journalism being a male dominanted career in Saudi Arabia does not lessen her zeal.

She rubs shoulders with top names in journalism in Saudi Arabia and proves that the profession is not exclusively for men; women also have contributions to make.

She said in a men dominated world, she felt respected as a female journalist.


She described herself as a Saudi girl who wants to excel as a practicing Arabic journalist.  Therefore she is investing in herself, studying an MA Journalism (International) at the University of Westminster UK.

She had her first degree at American University of Cairo, where she studied political Science.

The political scientist turned journalist plans to embark on making Television documentaries about her country Saudi Arabia.

Jomanah would like to be remembered as someone who contributed to the betterment of her society and country, Saudi Arabia.


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November 30, 2009 at 3:51 pm

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The amature poet in me 4

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What a unique human begin you are

A solid rock on which to depend

You give warm welcome with care

Like a drop of water to a thirsty mind

Your values can’t be measured

With anything like asset

To thee I will recourse if exiled

To unburden effusion from my mindset

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November 15, 2009 at 11:05 pm

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The amature poet in me 3

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Before the captives of their mind

Appears to me as senseless

Because the guys of my kind

Will dare to leave in loneliness

But I have relinquished my mind

And also lost my consciousness

My heart is now with ‘her’ and bind

And now decide to shun loneliness

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November 9, 2009 at 11:02 pm

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The amature poet in me 2

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Our ballots were turned somewhere

Our fate is now mere there

Our hope was turned despair

Our leaders are not sincere

Acute shortage of water we suffer

For fuel we now pay more

This increases our fare

Commodities skyrocket to the core

Our treasury is what they share

Our hospital no medicine there

Our ‘Power’ always not here

Our leaders are not sincere

For masses we shed our tears

For future we leave in fear

For we cried but no one hear

For our education nobody care

In our abode we sleep in fear

Because marauders are here and there

Back to God en mass we share

And ask him for help and care

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November 4, 2009 at 10:54 pm

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The London ‘Almajiri’s’

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I came out of the London Paddington tube station and saw a man holding a shattered dirty cap and courting people passing by him while they try to dodge him.

What is he doing, I asked as I walked towards him.

‘Could you spare some change’ he asked as I walked passed him wondering if it is possible to have street beggars on the streets of ‘almighty’ London.

As the thought of this man continue to occupy my mind, I recollected a radio piece I once heard on the Hausa service of the BBC, that during the winter season in Britain and some other European countries, some charities used to organise some warm accommodation for the homeless people to get them off the cruel and harsh conditions on the street.

Then I thought again about the man at Paddington. Can we call him an ‘Almajiri’? Can we say Britain also have ‘Almajiri’s’? Almajiri is a name for beggars in northern Nigeria.

Britain in Trouble

It was after few weeks of my stay in London that I realised that yes, this country, a country that used to be an empire, which colonised my country and most other Commonwealth countries can be said to be shadow of it self.

The Economy is facing serious recession.

Companies and government departments cutting jobs.

I realised that it is not possible to live a day or two without having a job in Britain.

However, the welfare system and social security here is pretty good I must confess.


If a worker finds himself out of job, government will continue to pay him what is called ‘benefit’ as they begin to look for work.

I now asked, why won’t people like the man I saw at Paddington station go get some benefit from government.

Then I heard that some of them chose to be the way they are as they refuse any attempt to help them by charities or even government officials.

What an irony?

Here, some people were offered help out of begging, they refused, while in Nigeria people are in dire need of help, but can’t find any and opt for begging.

Some people might say beggars are all beggars, but as we can see, some beggars in London chose to be beggars out of choice.

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November 2, 2009 at 3:50 pm

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