A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.


Like I said a few days ago, it’s only been three years, so it’s weird that I barely recognize the aerial map of Riyadh anymore. I have a hard time remembering the routes I took to the school I went to, although I took that route twice daily for many, many years. I have a hard time spotting Tahlia Street and that was the street that I’d look out at every night before bed. I can’t even spot other places at all. It’s all so fuzzy.

Anyway, Google Earth has finally updated the aerial map of Riyadh, so I spent a good amount of hours browsing through it today (sick, leave me alone), and naturally, memories came flocking in, especially of highschool, Manarat Al-Riyadh.

I don’t think anyone in the world could have hated highschool more than I did (although admittedly, it was a lot more useful in terms of education and challenge than university), but I donno, I’m here in Amman and most of my friends have their highschool friends around them and I’m just extremely jealous, because I know I will never see 95% of my highschool colleagues ever again.

Anyway, that said, here are a few snapshots I took while browsing.

All the buildings aside from the ones sticking out to the right are the school I spent most of school education at. It’s funny looking at it from above. The little red square is where my homeroom was, and my god, I can’t even begin to remember all the times I was told off for staring out the window into the gazebos that filled the school.

If you’re interested in non-aerial photos of that huge construction:
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Ghost town, eh? A part of why I hated highschool. It was more of a military experience than anything else- there were so many rules and regulations it was fricking insane- to the extent that if you wore pink socks, they would take your shoes.

The other snapshot is of our house.

There were no buildings infront of us when we still lived there. One of my favorite things to do was to sneak to the roof and sit on the window’s tiling, which would give me one of the most beautiful views of Riyadh ever.


Where is the anger?




  1. I miss my school friends too.. we split like in zillion different countries, some went to australia, others to lebanon, like 4 to jordan.. ur not alone in this!

  2. Fatima

    Riyadh… Manarat… oh, the memories! That is, by the way, how I first came accross your blog.

  3. You know, I actually live here and it still all seems fuzzy to me. Gawh I have ONE horrible sense of direction.

    I don’t miss manarat one bit either… altho.. it is quite funny how i say this now; God only knows as soon as I set foot there I get all nostalgic and teary-eyed. Which, by the way, is the moral of the story, don’t look back, never look back. Good riddance Manarat and Manaratites.
    (except for you Roobs, you’re ok!)

  4. Mirror

    your manarat is bigger than our manarat…

    i graduated from manarat jeddah!!

  5. G`

    Memories of manarat!! what memories we had in Riyadh!

  6. what is this compound?

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