I learned to drive in Lebanon when I was seventeen years old. My father left Saudi Arabia for political reasons in 1975. I was exhilarated to drive myself to the American University of Beirut, in what was a divided city at the time following several years of civil war. My excitement was short-lived as I ventured alone into rather dangerous neighborhoods. A clumsy and not very confident young driver, I carefully navigated the multiple checkpoints set up by various militias. Very quickly I came face-to-face with aggressive and impatient male drivers whizzing around the city. The civil war had turned many Lebanese men into unruly drivers, always in a hurry to reach their destination before the snipers and the bombs took their toll. On one occasion, early in my driving experience, I was trying to get out of...

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