hello there, Allot of you have been asking questions about how to trade crypto in Oman, so i am going to share my experience of both mining and swing trading for the past 5 months. please use the referral link i will provide at the end as you will get things for when registering on it.
if you have a bank Muscat debit visa card, you are unable to purchase from any major crypto currency website or app, and that's due to the fact that bank Muscat themselves have blocked them as i have contacted them and have confirmed my suspension. but I have found that they haven't restricted one of the brokers in Bahrain. the disadvantage of using rain over Binance is the limitation of 4 currencies (BTC, ETH, LTC and XRP) and the big fee of 2.5% when both buying and selling, you cant also use rain if you are not above the age of 21 and you cant just fake it as it will ask for your documents.
if you have a master card from NBO or Alizz Islamic Bank which i have personally tested, you can directly buy from Binance which is probably the best out there with only fee when you put in or take out money from your account. you simply trade with USDT which is a stable coin back by the us dollar.
you can simply take your money out From both rain or Binance when selling your crypto currency by simply withdrawing, in my experiance, Binance has a flat 30$ fee when taking out you money via swift transfer directly to your bank account.
if you are a fellow miner i would suggest directly mining to your exchange wallet as transfer fees from your personal wallet to an exchange will be high and wont be worth it if your earnings are as low as 40$ as that's how much the fees on eth are.
and lastly: a certain individual that i wont mention their name on this subreddit has been spreading misinformation about crypto being haram, stop it it aint haram, this isn't 2015 when old sheikhs that didn't even know what bitcoin was or what was it used for where claiming that it was haram as their claim is that Bitcoin is fake currency and it isn't physical, hate to break it to yea, it is a currency and real money aka USD or Omani Rial isn't physical no more, a card transaction is just a bunch of ones and zeros, does that mean the visa card you use is haram ?? will leave that for you to process on your own.
if you guys have any questions or anything to add to help our fellow humans please comment :) .
rain.bh: (Bahraini broker) https://rain.bh?ref=VFQM2OV
^^spen
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“Christ”, I complained heavily to Esme, “Are we ever going to get out of this place?” I grouse as I apply a new flame to my latest heater and add more ice to my latest libation.
“Steady, Rock”, Esme consoles. “We just have to wait it out. Agents Rack and Ruin are probably busy elsewhere toppling some government…”
“WITHOUT ME?” I explode.
“Cool down.”, Es growls, “You don’t need another page in your dossier. Besides, it’s only been three weeks. They did say it would take a while…”
“But I want out now!”, I groused, more heavily and petulantly.
<Go ahead. Make my day… Go ahead. Make my day… Go ahead. Make my day…>
“Hold on, my phone’s ringing. Hello? Yeah. OK. Right. Yep, north entrance. OK, see you soon.” I said and rung off.
“What was that all about?” Esme asked.
“Some local courier company. Says they have a package for ‘Mr. Dr. Rocknocker and Wife’. What have you ordered now? I asked.
“Not a thing. I’m almost finished packing and the hell if I want to have to find a place for some kitsch or gewgaw.” Esme groused.
“Hmmm…well, I didn’t order anything. This is strange. I wonder who it’s from and what it’s all about.”
I went outside to smoke my cigar, right after I freshened up my drink and sat in the shade, trying not to sweat too much, waiting on our delivery.
After an hour and a half of this nonsense, I went back inside to cool off, get a new cigar, and rehydrate myself.
Hell, just sitting in the shade when the temperature’s 48C and the humidity’s nudging 95%, it’s enough to dry you out like a cockle at low tide.
Finally, I hear the doorbell so I saunter out to see what the hell kept the goof.
“Dr. Rock…nooker?” the little, emaciated Indian asked.
“Close enough”, I replied.
“Sign here…and here…initial this, and this.” He ordered.
“OK, whatever”, I replied and took possession of a box the size where your typical, non-16XXX shoes in would arrive. It was remarkably gravitious, i.e., it was heavy.
I fished out a 5 rial note and before I tipped the guy, I asked him why it took so long from the time of his phone call and his eventual delivery.
“Don’t know north. North and north!”, he slightly fumed, “What is north?”
“OK, buckwheat, listen up. See that big, hot, nasty gleaming orb overhead? Yeah, the sun.”
“Yeah? “ he replied.
“Well, it rises in the east. Well, it really doesn’t but suffice for this discourse, let’s assume it does. OK?”
“Yee-ah.” He replied, slavering after the fin still i
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Of course, I can't get out -NOW- because I'm not facing any danger at the moment AND because I don't have enough of what is required to live abroad yet. I'm posting this so I can start planning ahead, I will keep everyone updated over the years until I'm made it out.
Greeting, I'm a female 18 year old native Arabian from Oman who's secretly an ex-Muslim atheist for my safety and dignity, Because of my parents being overprotective, controlling and emotionally unavailable, I have extreme difficulty planning for my future escape to live a better life possibly in Germany, simply my anxieties and fear stops me from even thinking of such thing, and I do know very well that I'm just a normal human being who deserve to live. I'm not scared of police but from my own family who might do horrible things to provide me from escaping, it only been recently I started taking responsibilities so I can slowly be independent, I'm hoping you could please help me with some advice.
-I currently on Oman living with my family as a college student, I have little to no knowledge on traveling whatsoever. -I only have highschool diploma. -My English is great, my Arabic is little slow but I can understand it, I recently started learning German -I'm a Digital artist but not willing to make it my income -I only have around 100 omani rials irl and 14 dollars in paypal, I have a bank account.
what I need to plan: -an escape plan to get out of the house, because my family are the opposite of understanding and wouldn't support me. (I can do this myself.) -know what I need and how to get it without any suspicions from family. was thinking of getting driving license but it wouldn't help me in Germany -Plan B if things went wrong
Questions:
-what do I need to travel and live permanently in Germany? all I know that you need Ticket(s), ID, Passport, national visa, birth certificate, possibly a job?, money, enough knowledge in German language and then later citizenship to live permanently, please tell me if there's anything I missed, possible process steps would be extremely helpful.
-Do I need to already have a job in Germany to live there or it is the other way around?
That reminds me of a story…or more of a quick update.
Well, folks, I‘ve gone and done it.
I pissed off some people over in r/Oman.
Oh, not by posting links or writing pithy rejoinders over there.
No, no, no. Perish the thought.
The nastiness all stems from here. It’s coming from right here in ol’ ‘Rock central’.
Evidently, some of the Muppet locals didn’t care for my hard-hitting, tell it like it is, take no prisoners, pull no punches stylistics here in r/Rocknocker.
Fuck’em. Fuck them. Fokken thou. Fiku ilin. Ебать их. それらをファック。操他們. اللعنة عليهم.
So, they conspired together, behind everyone’s back, sneaky as an egg-sucking weasel in a henhouse, sneaky as a fake fart, sneaky as an Arab in a whorehouse; and got me a brand spanking new 15-day bannination from that subreddit.
But…
I violated none of the subreddit’s rules.
All my posts were directly targeted at Oman.
I was more or less polite and major-league fucking respectful; ya’ cunts.
I always provided ample citations and references for every one of my motherfucking facts.
I didn’t spam, nor advertise, nor solicited anything like a bunch of the regulars do, on a regular basis, under the guise of shilling for DesertCart or some other local Arab Amazon-I-wish clone.
I didn’t bother with any goddamned humor, jokes, and memes. These moose knuckles are the least humorous and most unamusing people on the planet, next to Scientologists and principles in Mary Kay Cosmetics.
Plus I didn’t bother with anything that could be considered criticism. I save all that for here.
I was not defamatory there.
As in I didn’t call anyone there a slack-jawed, inbred, work-shy, knuckle-walking drooler in a doofuck dishdasha and Jackie O! skullcap that couldn’t hold the most menial of jobs with both hands because they’re too busy fucking with their cell phones 24/7 playing games and taking time off to pray 5 times a day, have tea, read the paper, visit with neighbors and figure out when the next Eid holiday is so they can scam some cheap tickets to Thailand because they have wasta, are essentially bulletproof and unfireable because of the idiocy of the country-wide policy of Omanization on top of the country’s kneejerk reaction, a day late and a dinar short, to this COVIDiot pandemic ridiculousness and force all the expats out, leaving a huge, gaping, bleeding hole in the work force where there’s not enough education, experience and erudition locally to light a 6-watt bulb much less run any sor
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I peel off my left glove and shove my mass of keloids and missing fingers right in his face.
“This is how!” I said as I waved my remaining thumb and pinky right under his nose.
He bolted from the room so fast he forgot to lock the door.
“Cool”, I mused, “I have free reign to an ROP Captain’s personal files. Let’s see what we can find to read while they get their shit together out there.”
In the meantime, my minions are out getting the papers necessary to spring me.
First to the bank for their trumped-up charges, then to the Diwan of the High Court to get the warrant rescinded. Failing that, I’d need to arrange for about 10,000 Omani Rials to spring myself out of this. The bank reconsidered the total sum, feeling that they’d drop the price in hopes of extorting at least something tangible from me.
But gathering cash is tough to do when you’re under literal arrest.
But, I have my minions, work guys, and personal friends I can call in during such time of distress.
Since everything in the Middle East closes at 1400 hours, there was a hiccup in getting to the Diwan in time. Without their OK’ing an appeal, I’d be in stir overnight.
Not a prospect to which I was looking forward.
They didn’t take my phone, which was a major fuck-up on their part. I was making call after call to raise the cash to get me the fuck out of this mess.
Progress was being made, but slowly.
Since noon was shift change with the Royal Ostrich Pluckers, and since I was both American and incorrigible, I was to be put with the general population, out back, in the actual motherfucking open-air jail.
I went completely non-linear.
“No fucking way are you sticking me out there in with the thieves, pederasts, junkies, and other forms of human debris that populate your jails. Its 135^0 F and there are no air conditioning nor fans. There are diseases out there that haven’t been heard from since Biblical times. You try and stick me out there and I’ll make such a ruckus, you’ll wish you’d never gotten out of bed today. I’ve got the American Embassy on their way. What will they think if they find an American, on a bullshit civil charge, stuck into the general population with all these fucking criminals?”
The snub nosed .38 police special pointed at my breadbasket said “Not much.”
“You motherfuckers. I’ll rip your fucking lungs out and wave them around like flags. You can’t do this!” I growled. If I had my Casull, I’d be holding several new, thought ignom
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SKREEEEEK!
SKRONNNNNK!
“SQUEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEE...!*
“Nah, ya’ borgus frap! To the left!” I shout.
“We’re facing the same fucking direction, so same fucking left.” I reiterate.
“OK, <dumbfuck> the other left then. Back about 2 meters…” I growl, exasperatedly.
SKKKKKKKKKKREEEEK! EEEGAH!
“OK, now just drop the sonuvabitch.” I command in a loud, steady un-Presbyterian voice.
KABLONG! fagroon…kubble…kubble…
“Perfect!” As I give the ‘OK, you meathead’ salute, one finger at a time.
“There. Marvelous. You can leave now. Yes, you may take your forklift with you.” I insist.
SHEESH.
So, now we have a rusty, old Maersk 20 foot shipping container blocking our villa’s carport.
Open ‘er up, have a look.
No contraband.
Frankly, I’m vaguely disappointed.
Some foreign bugs, properly dead. A quick sweep with the propane-powered pressure washer and tomorrow, the guys arrive to start schlepping our stuff.
One step closer to exiting the Stalag.
Still waiting on a report from Rack and Ruin.
But we have our container for our ‘personal effects’.
Esme walks out to our courtyard and looks over the situation.
“Let me guess... Going straight, right, or left was beyond their ken?” she asks and hands me a cold beer that she had found hiding in the back of my fridge.
“Chinese beer? Oh! Velly nice.” I chuckle as I drain the liter by half.
“That’s wascist!” Esme chuckles and helps herself to one of the Ukrainian beers she also found in my fridge.
See, we have several fridges around the villa.
The big one, for food and the like, is in the ground floor kitchen.
Then we have slightly smaller ones in each of the other three kitchens we have on the other various floors.
Then, due to a contractor’s inadvertent and irresolvable mistake, I have my massive, stainless steel drinks fridge downstairs, just off the alcove to our open-concept majlis.
Most would call that a living room.
My fridge doubles as a cigar humidor (instead of a vegetable crisper), glass chiller, wine rack (reds only), drinks station, and beer icer-downer.
My fridge has been suffering from a depauperate population of both cigars and liquoriferous delights of late, thanks in part to all the COVID-connected craziness.
Thanks to Mishka and his black market confederates, we’ve solved, at least temporarily, the cigars quandary.
Esme has been going through our villa, into rooms seldom visited and into storage areas even more unfrequented and lonely.
... keep reading on reddit ➡Salem,
I am an Algerian from France and with a group of friends we planned a trip to Oman for mid 2021 (if the situation gets better inchallah). As the Omani currency is quite high we are wondering how many rial should we prepare for enjoying a week in Oman (restaurants, street food, souvenirs, taxis, buses).
We'd also gladly take life tips of things to avoid/do in Muscat, (stuff like taxi scammers who are roaming all over the arab world and stuff haha).
Thanks a lot!
The funeral director was asking us what we think Mum should wear in her casket.
Mum always loved to wear sarongs (fabric wraps that go around the torso and drape downward a bit like a long skirt would), so my uncle suggested that she wear a sarong in there.
The funeral director looked a bit confused, as did some of our family members, to which my uncle added:
"What's sarong with that?"
I started laughing like an idiot. He was proud of it too. The funeral director was rather shocked. We assured her, and our more proper relatives, that Mum would've absolutely loved the joke (which is very true).
His delivery was perfect. I'll never forget the risk he took. We sometimes recall the moment as a way help cushion the blows of the grieving process.
--Edit-- I appreciate the condolences. I'm doing well and the worst is behind me and my family. But thanks :)
--Edit-- Massive thanks for all the awards and kind words. And the puns! Love 'em.
I would have a daughter
Capital of Ireland
It's Dublin everyday
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But Bill kept the Windows
True story; it even happened last night. My 5-year-old son walks up behind me and out of the blue says, "hey."
I turn to him and say, "yeah, kiddo? What's up?"
He responds, "it's dead grass."
I'm really confused and trying to figure out what's wrong and what he wants from me. "What? There's dead grass? What's wrong with that?"
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He says, totally straight-faced, "hay is dead grass," and runs off.
Hey everyone. I need to exchange some Omani Rials/ USD to paypal balance as I need to pay a friend online.
Exchange amount- My 70 omr/$200 for your $150 in Paypal.
Not a scam. Will exchange in person. I live in Muscat.
Dm me if you're interested.
That reminds me of a story.
One that can now be told. And action taken.
Now that Esme and I are safely out of the Middle East for good, there is a story from a while back I have been planning to write. It’s going to be scathing, derogatory, call spades ‘fucking shovels’, and name names.
It is about the time I was arrested on bullshit, trumped-up civil charges and thrown into a Muscat Jail until I could come up with 10,000 Omani Rials (US$26,000) to purchase my freedom.
In the 20 or so years my family and I lived and worked in the Sultanate, most were responsible for good memories.
This one event, late in our tenure in Oman, soured it so thoroughly I can recommend Oman to no one wanting to visit the Middle East; much like disrecommending the Middle East for anything travel related. Sure there’s the Little Switzerland in Musandam to the north and the banana groves and frankincense trees in Shalala to the south; but everywhere in Oman you will have to deal with the sad-sacks, flubadubs and third rate hobbyists known as the ROP and the ones pulling their strings, the Diwan of the High Court.
The ROP is shorthand for Royal Omani Police. Or ‘Royal Ostrich Pluckers’ if you’re feeling chipper or the ‘Royally Officious Pricks’ if you’re feeling normal.
They are the most ignorant, ill-informed, indolent group of idiots with which you’ll be forced to tolerate.
Fully composed of Omani locals, it is a ringing testament to the efficacy of the country’s all-encompassing “Omanization” program.
It’s like the flipside of equal employment here in the states.
Here not only do they ‘legally’ discriminate on race, creed, and color; they don’t discriminate on ability.
Because they wouldn’t know the process of law, civil rights, or jurisprudence if it walked up to them, shook their hand, and pissed all over their shoes.
So, before we begin, let me note that this opus will be a wee bit exposition-heavy. I need to set the scene as I realize most of my readers will either think I’m making all this up out of whole cloth or be convinced it’s some sort of Doc Rocknocker potato-juice and citrus inspired fever dream.
I wish.
This is the story as it happened, in all its inglorious bastardry. Some might think its hyperbole, but I assure you, this is how it went down…
When my youngest daughter graduated from the American School in Muscat, Esme and I decided that since things were at a crossroads, both for my career and the oil industry. It was time to ta
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اسعار العملات الأجنبية والعربية مقابل الجنيه السوداني اليوم الثلاثاء الموافق 4/8/2020
🇺🇸 الدولار الأمريكي 144.00جنيه سوداني
🇸🇦 الريال السعودي 38.40 جنيه سوداني
🇪🇺 اليورو الأوروبي 162.74 جنيه سوداني
🇦🇪 الدرهم الإماراتي 39.45 جنيه سوداني
🇶🇦 الريال القطري 39.48 جنيه سوداني
🏴 الجنيه الاسترليني 180.00 جنيه سوداني
🇪🇬 الجنيه المصري 9.05 جنيه سوداني
🇰🇼 الدينار الكويتي 266.00 جنيه سوداني
🇴🇲 الريال العماني 227.00 جنيه سوداني
🇧🇭 الدينار البحريني 217.00 جنيه سوداني
🇱🇾 الدينار الليبي 49.00 جنيه سوداني
🇦🇺 الدولار الأسترالي 48.10 جنيه سوداني
Foreign and Arab currency rates against the Sudanese pound, Tuesday 4/8/2020
🇺🇸 The US dollar, 144.00 Sudanese pounds
🇸🇦 Saudi riyal 38.40 Sudanese pounds
🇪🇺 EUR € 162.74 Sudanese pounds
🇦🇪 UAE dirham 39.45 Sudanese pounds
🇶🇦 Qatari riyal 39.48 Sudanese pounds
🏴 British Pound 180.00 Sudanese pounds
🇪🇬 Egyptian pound 9.05 Sudanese pounds
🇰🇼 Kuwaiti Dinar 266.00 Sudanese pounds
🇴🇲 Omani Rial 227.00 Sudanese pounds
Bahraini Dinar 217.00 Sudanese pounds
Libyan Dinar 49.00 Sudanese pounds
🇦🇺 Australian dollar, 48.10 Sudanese pounds
Now it’s syncing.
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Because he wanted space
Edit: Thank you for the awards.
And then you will all be sorry.
He replied, "Well, stop going to those places then!"
