Women are women's harshest critics and why is that??!!
Ever walked into a room during a family gathering and got told that you looked like you had put on weight? Or have you over heard someone gossiping about the possible reasons as to why your sister broke off her engagement? Guess who said that? Your aunt, of course! Or your mother's cousin's wife's daughter.
I'm not saying all women are nasty, I'm saying that women need to give a little space to each other and how about a little support? A simple praise, compliment or words of encouragement can go a long way in maintaining rapport and strengthening a relationship.
So, next time you see your friend after a long time, take your focus away from her expanded waistline, and instead, compliment her on her gorgeous navy blue hijab (because really, in your head, you were already thinking how much nicer it would look on you).
Showing posts with label stereotype. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stereotype. Show all posts
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Walking to Uni was like walking through a jungle. The underpass was flooded so I took a risk and ran across the highway. I held my abaya up by about an inch so that the branches won't tear a hole in my abaya, oblivious to the fact that anyone would even care that I was wearing jeans inside.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone jumped next to me and said, "Does Nadia wear jeans?!"
lol, there are a lot of misconceptions about hijab, abayas and what muslim women can and cannot wear. For example, I'm pretty sure she thinks I wear the hijab to sleep & shower. It must totally blow her mind that I actually don't wear the hijab 24/7.
Anyways, everyone in tutorial was complaining about cars and windows and leaks when my tutor piped up with "Perth is not prepared for any disaster. We will not survive a terrorist attack", causing some people to look my way. Great, just wonderful.
You know what though? Sometimes I feel like I've been stereotyped so many times that I actually victimize myself? Like maybe those people weren't looking at me in an accusatory way but I just felt it because it is what I have come to expect. I feel discriminated, even when in actuality, it may not have been the case.
Have you ever felt that way?
Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone jumped next to me and said, "Does Nadia wear jeans?!"
lol, there are a lot of misconceptions about hijab, abayas and what muslim women can and cannot wear. For example, I'm pretty sure she thinks I wear the hijab to sleep & shower. It must totally blow her mind that I actually don't wear the hijab 24/7.
Anyways, everyone in tutorial was complaining about cars and windows and leaks when my tutor piped up with "Perth is not prepared for any disaster. We will not survive a terrorist attack", causing some people to look my way. Great, just wonderful.
You know what though? Sometimes I feel like I've been stereotyped so many times that I actually victimize myself? Like maybe those people weren't looking at me in an accusatory way but I just felt it because it is what I have come to expect. I feel discriminated, even when in actuality, it may not have been the case.
Have you ever felt that way?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Playing host to two arab men
Recently, my brother played host to 2 arab men. They had thought that Singapore was a muslim state. Unfortunately, we're secular!
Things were definitely unpleasant when my father decided to treat both of them to dinner in a fancy restaurant. One of them refused to eat because he doubted that the food was halal. Despite showing him the HUGE Halal certificate, he did not want to eat. My father called the manager of the restaurant to explain to the man that the ingredients as well as the preparations for the meal are all halal certified.
He still didn't eat.
I feel pretty insulted that he would think that my father would bring him to a restaurant that was not halal and then to make things worse, lie to him and paste a false halal certificate on the wall.
We might not be living in a muslim majority country, but we are muslims just the same.
Things were definitely unpleasant when my father decided to treat both of them to dinner in a fancy restaurant. One of them refused to eat because he doubted that the food was halal. Despite showing him the HUGE Halal certificate, he did not want to eat. My father called the manager of the restaurant to explain to the man that the ingredients as well as the preparations for the meal are all halal certified.
He still didn't eat.
I feel pretty insulted that he would think that my father would bring him to a restaurant that was not halal and then to make things worse, lie to him and paste a false halal certificate on the wall.
We might not be living in a muslim majority country, but we are muslims just the same.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Scanning the Hijab
At Singapore's Changi Airport, their security checks are so tight that after they scan your carry on luggage and make you walk through the metal detector, they stop you and wave their magic wand around your hijab, looking for little elves that may be hiding inside.
I have been through this numerous times and I wish they would go about doing it in a more discreet manner. Once, the security official shouted to her partner to quickly get the magic wand [I have no idea what it's real name really is] to scan my HEAD. On another occasion, I was pulled back after being cleared because I needed to have my scarf scanned.
I do not wear any sort of hair accessory that makes my head look disproportionate so no one ever suspects that I am hiding anything inside. Unfortunately, these officers are just doing their jobs listening to some higher power who thinks its necessary to scan people's heads.
Question: Wouldn't the metal detector detect if there was something metal under my hijab anyways? Also, what does the magic wand actually scan for?
Actually, come to think of it, I remember on my way for Umrah, at an airport ( I don't recall which), all the ladies were brought into a small room where a female security officer made us flip our hijabs over our heads and she made sure that there was nothing inside.
I have been through this numerous times and I wish they would go about doing it in a more discreet manner. Once, the security official shouted to her partner to quickly get the magic wand [I have no idea what it's real name really is] to scan my HEAD. On another occasion, I was pulled back after being cleared because I needed to have my scarf scanned.
I do not wear any sort of hair accessory that makes my head look disproportionate so no one ever suspects that I am hiding anything inside. Unfortunately, these officers are just doing their jobs listening to some higher power who thinks its necessary to scan people's heads.
Question: Wouldn't the metal detector detect if there was something metal under my hijab anyways? Also, what does the magic wand actually scan for?
Actually, come to think of it, I remember on my way for Umrah, at an airport ( I don't recall which), all the ladies were brought into a small room where a female security officer made us flip our hijabs over our heads and she made sure that there was nothing inside.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Ramadan Day 8
The title of this post misleads the reader into thinking that I have been keeping a Ramadhan Diary. I have not. I could not find a suitable title to incorporate the 2 stories that I am going to blog about. You'll see...
This afternoon, my friend and I took a drive to Mill Point to enjoy the scenery. I stepped out of the car and watched as a lady walked onto the field with her huge black dog who began running around wildly. The dog ran towards a couple and was rather aggressive. The man tried to push the dog away, as its owner called out to it, unsuccessfully. The dog then ran around again before it spotted its next target. Me.
I took a few steps back, towards my friend. If not for my friend, I would have made the not-so-wise decision of running away but I stood rooted to the spot. The dog halted to a spot next to us and leapt up to pounce on me.
I was already whimpering like a baby and the minute I felt the dog pounce on me with its paws I just started bawling. No, Im not exaggerating when I say the dog is huge.
Maybe the dog got the idea that I wasn't into playing with it so it ran away and chased after the couple again, tackling the lady from the back and causing her to fall over. She then proceeded to shout at the dog owner, asking her why she didn't have her dog on a leash.
I walked back to the car, severely traumatised and my friend decided to tell the dog owner off for being irresponsible. The dog had started chasing after all the smaller dogs and annoying the other dog owners. After my friend gave the dog owner an ultimatum, she finally leashed her dog and the other dog owners were all thanking my friend.
I dislike dogs. I am afraid of dogs. But, I am afraid of cats too. I am afraid of all animals generally. Since young, I avoided animals because I had asthma and extremely sensitive skin. Besides, all my experiences with animals (cats and dogs) were unpleasant.
I don't hate dogs. I don't think that dogs shouldn't exist. What I do know is that if you're a dog owner and you know that your dog is huge and overly friendly, you should have it on a leash, even in a non-leashed area of the park. Otherwise, get the dog some training so that you have control over it and it actually listens to you.
I am going to try my very best to stay away from Mill Point. This is the 2nd unpleasant dog experience that I've had over there.
This evening, I got invited to an iftar at a friend's place. I knew before hand that it was going to be a mixed event (duh, because the friend who invited me is a guy, classmate from uni). But, I thought that they would have separate sitting areas for guys and girls. They didn't.
I was uncomfortable at the idea of going at first because I told him that I didn't know any girls there but he called me twice to invite me so I felt obliged. Also, I called a girl that I did know and she said she would be attending. She also said that she would leave before Isha' so that both of us can proceed to the musolla in Uni for Isha' and tarawih prayers.
I was one of the first people there and boy, was it awkward! There were 3 other girls. 2 of them didn't remember me even though I had met them before and 1 of them was someone I knew but was never close to.
At maghrib, there weren't many guests so I made polite conversation with the girl that I vaguely knew. She replied to all my questions but she gave closed answers. It seemed as though I was trying too hard to keep the conversation going and clearly, she was not going to be a willing participant.
Then they all prayed Maghrib without me...After I prayed Maghrib alone, I sat in my friend's room and played with my ipod. The next time I came out, the place was a full house. Guys and girls everywhere. I was much too shy to budge in and crowd around the table to get food so my friend helped me get some. He told me that he felt bad for me because I was feeling left out so he tried his best to include me. Unfortunately, his graciousness was mistaken for something else because a guy saw my friend helping me get food and made a statement that insinuated that something more was going on between the 2 of us.
I didn't like what I heard so again, I secluded myself in the room. I did try to talk to some girls but they all had their cliques and they all knew each other. No one wants to waste time talking to the newbie.
My girl friend finally arrived but she was too busy eating and catching up with her friends. Also, she made no move at Isha' and I realised that no one was headed to the Uni for tarawih. They were all going to do tarawih together in the house after iftar.
It seemed like the guys were always trying their best to include me but the girls didn't really give a damn. Finally, I made the decision to leave and the guys were all like "Aw Nadia come on, don't go yet. Come, I'll introduce you to the girls"
And I'm like "err, yeah you guys already did that. 3 times. Noone came to talk to me."
Lesson learnt: I am NEVER going to a mixed iftar again.
I am NEVER going to any event where I don't know someone.
And I leave you with this:
This afternoon, my friend and I took a drive to Mill Point to enjoy the scenery. I stepped out of the car and watched as a lady walked onto the field with her huge black dog who began running around wildly. The dog ran towards a couple and was rather aggressive. The man tried to push the dog away, as its owner called out to it, unsuccessfully. The dog then ran around again before it spotted its next target. Me.
I took a few steps back, towards my friend. If not for my friend, I would have made the not-so-wise decision of running away but I stood rooted to the spot. The dog halted to a spot next to us and leapt up to pounce on me.
I was already whimpering like a baby and the minute I felt the dog pounce on me with its paws I just started bawling. No, Im not exaggerating when I say the dog is huge.
Maybe the dog got the idea that I wasn't into playing with it so it ran away and chased after the couple again, tackling the lady from the back and causing her to fall over. She then proceeded to shout at the dog owner, asking her why she didn't have her dog on a leash.
I walked back to the car, severely traumatised and my friend decided to tell the dog owner off for being irresponsible. The dog had started chasing after all the smaller dogs and annoying the other dog owners. After my friend gave the dog owner an ultimatum, she finally leashed her dog and the other dog owners were all thanking my friend.
I dislike dogs. I am afraid of dogs. But, I am afraid of cats too. I am afraid of all animals generally. Since young, I avoided animals because I had asthma and extremely sensitive skin. Besides, all my experiences with animals (cats and dogs) were unpleasant.
I don't hate dogs. I don't think that dogs shouldn't exist. What I do know is that if you're a dog owner and you know that your dog is huge and overly friendly, you should have it on a leash, even in a non-leashed area of the park. Otherwise, get the dog some training so that you have control over it and it actually listens to you.
I am going to try my very best to stay away from Mill Point. This is the 2nd unpleasant dog experience that I've had over there.
This evening, I got invited to an iftar at a friend's place. I knew before hand that it was going to be a mixed event (duh, because the friend who invited me is a guy, classmate from uni). But, I thought that they would have separate sitting areas for guys and girls. They didn't.
I was uncomfortable at the idea of going at first because I told him that I didn't know any girls there but he called me twice to invite me so I felt obliged. Also, I called a girl that I did know and she said she would be attending. She also said that she would leave before Isha' so that both of us can proceed to the musolla in Uni for Isha' and tarawih prayers.
I was one of the first people there and boy, was it awkward! There were 3 other girls. 2 of them didn't remember me even though I had met them before and 1 of them was someone I knew but was never close to.
At maghrib, there weren't many guests so I made polite conversation with the girl that I vaguely knew. She replied to all my questions but she gave closed answers. It seemed as though I was trying too hard to keep the conversation going and clearly, she was not going to be a willing participant.
Then they all prayed Maghrib without me...After I prayed Maghrib alone, I sat in my friend's room and played with my ipod. The next time I came out, the place was a full house. Guys and girls everywhere. I was much too shy to budge in and crowd around the table to get food so my friend helped me get some. He told me that he felt bad for me because I was feeling left out so he tried his best to include me. Unfortunately, his graciousness was mistaken for something else because a guy saw my friend helping me get food and made a statement that insinuated that something more was going on between the 2 of us.
I didn't like what I heard so again, I secluded myself in the room. I did try to talk to some girls but they all had their cliques and they all knew each other. No one wants to waste time talking to the newbie.
My girl friend finally arrived but she was too busy eating and catching up with her friends. Also, she made no move at Isha' and I realised that no one was headed to the Uni for tarawih. They were all going to do tarawih together in the house after iftar.
It seemed like the guys were always trying their best to include me but the girls didn't really give a damn. Finally, I made the decision to leave and the guys were all like "Aw Nadia come on, don't go yet. Come, I'll introduce you to the girls"
And I'm like "err, yeah you guys already did that. 3 times. Noone came to talk to me."
Lesson learnt: I am NEVER going to a mixed iftar again.
I am NEVER going to any event where I don't know someone.
And I leave you with this:
When there are three of you, one should not be left out while the other two share a secret, for this will cause him grief.
HADITH OF AHMAD IBN HANBAL
On the Authority of 'Abdullah Ibn 'Umar
HADITH OF AHMAD IBN HANBAL
On the Authority of 'Abdullah Ibn 'Umar
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Attacked!
As most of you know, my family is here visiting me. Yesterday, my dad decided to bring us on a shopping trip to Westfield Carousel, which is a huge shopping centre located not far from where I live.
We entered the carpark and it was FULL with many cars still looking for lots. Late night shopping in the suburbs. I'm FOR shops opening past 5pm. But they did a recent vote/referendum (?) and most people didn't like that idea.
Anyways, like always, the girls and boys split up. I went with my mom and my 2 brothers with dad. I bought an awesome coat and all was still OK when the girls bumped into the boys in MYER. Then, mom and I headed to Target. I was queuing up at the Cashier's when I saw dad walking into Target, followed a few seconds later by my brothers. They caught up with him and exchanged a few words. I could see my brothers were distressed and my dad looked pissed. Then they walked OUT of Target.
After paying for stuff, I told mom about what happened. We left and I tried to call my brothers but there was no answer. Finally we saw the boys talking to a security guard. The security personnel were milling around Carousel, I saw plenty of them. They were all smartly dressed in their black suits and little earpieces stuck in their ear,looking all professional. I managed to get the story out of my brothers. I'll be referring to them as brother #2 and brother #4. OK?
Brother #2 decided that he wanted to look around at other shops instead of following dad to Target, so he asked brother #4 to tag along. They walked past a group of 6 big blonde beefy boys/men and 1 brunette kid/teen. They were all wearing hoodies and trucker caps, with multiple piercings. The lil kid had 3 piercings under his lower lip.
This was when brother #2 felt a sharp jab in his stomach. The kid had elbowed my brother straight in the stomach, for absolutely no reason. Brother #2 turned to look at the group properly and this was when the group changed direction and started to follow my brothers.
My brothers made the mistake of entering an empty Vodafone shop, allowing themselves to be cornered by the group. The group pushed brother #2 around until he fell to the ground, completely ignoring brother #4. Then, the beefy guys surrounded brother #2 and the kid took a swing at my brother's face. This was when brother #4 intervened, acting on impulse, and tried to grab the kid's arm.
The kid changed targets and moved on to brother #4, punching him on his cheek. Brother #2 was still struggling to get out from being surrounded by the beefy guys. The kid raised his arm again to punch brother #4 another time, but one of the beefy guys stopped him.
The kid went back to brother #2 and punched him on the nose. The group then nonchalantly walked out of Vodafone. There was a security camera that could have captured the entire scene but maybe it's just a false camera. There were also Vodafone staff and people sitting on benches outside Vodafone. They did nothing to intervene or assist.
We passed my contact number to the security personnel and the rest of the night, we kept seeing guards stopping random boys but none of these boys were the ones who had attacked my brothers. I think, they wont ever get caught.
I'm just really pissed because it was a crowded place and none of us expected this to happen in a a shopping centre with security personnel everywhere. The rest of the night was ruined. Brother #2 was angry because brother #4 got hurt trying to intervene and he could not do anything to help while brother #4was being punched.
I've been abused many times before in Australia but they have always been verbal or visual abuse, relating to the fact that I'm Muslim. The attack on my brothers were definitely not against muslims. I watched in the news about the attack on the indian students, and hear about saudi students being beaten up and now my brothers too.
I won't generalise and say that Australia is a racist nation because it's not. I'll just say white trash need to be taught a harsh lesson.
We entered the carpark and it was FULL with many cars still looking for lots. Late night shopping in the suburbs. I'm FOR shops opening past 5pm. But they did a recent vote/referendum (?) and most people didn't like that idea.
Anyways, like always, the girls and boys split up. I went with my mom and my 2 brothers with dad. I bought an awesome coat and all was still OK when the girls bumped into the boys in MYER. Then, mom and I headed to Target. I was queuing up at the Cashier's when I saw dad walking into Target, followed a few seconds later by my brothers. They caught up with him and exchanged a few words. I could see my brothers were distressed and my dad looked pissed. Then they walked OUT of Target.
After paying for stuff, I told mom about what happened. We left and I tried to call my brothers but there was no answer. Finally we saw the boys talking to a security guard. The security personnel were milling around Carousel, I saw plenty of them. They were all smartly dressed in their black suits and little earpieces stuck in their ear,looking all professional. I managed to get the story out of my brothers. I'll be referring to them as brother #2 and brother #4. OK?
Brother #2 decided that he wanted to look around at other shops instead of following dad to Target, so he asked brother #4 to tag along. They walked past a group of 6 big blonde beefy boys/men and 1 brunette kid/teen. They were all wearing hoodies and trucker caps, with multiple piercings. The lil kid had 3 piercings under his lower lip.
This was when brother #2 felt a sharp jab in his stomach. The kid had elbowed my brother straight in the stomach, for absolutely no reason. Brother #2 turned to look at the group properly and this was when the group changed direction and started to follow my brothers.
My brothers made the mistake of entering an empty Vodafone shop, allowing themselves to be cornered by the group. The group pushed brother #2 around until he fell to the ground, completely ignoring brother #4. Then, the beefy guys surrounded brother #2 and the kid took a swing at my brother's face. This was when brother #4 intervened, acting on impulse, and tried to grab the kid's arm.
The kid changed targets and moved on to brother #4, punching him on his cheek. Brother #2 was still struggling to get out from being surrounded by the beefy guys. The kid raised his arm again to punch brother #4 another time, but one of the beefy guys stopped him.
The kid went back to brother #2 and punched him on the nose. The group then nonchalantly walked out of Vodafone. There was a security camera that could have captured the entire scene but maybe it's just a false camera. There were also Vodafone staff and people sitting on benches outside Vodafone. They did nothing to intervene or assist.
We passed my contact number to the security personnel and the rest of the night, we kept seeing guards stopping random boys but none of these boys were the ones who had attacked my brothers. I think, they wont ever get caught.
I'm just really pissed because it was a crowded place and none of us expected this to happen in a a shopping centre with security personnel everywhere. The rest of the night was ruined. Brother #2 was angry because brother #4 got hurt trying to intervene and he could not do anything to help while brother #4was being punched.
I've been abused many times before in Australia but they have always been verbal or visual abuse, relating to the fact that I'm Muslim. The attack on my brothers were definitely not against muslims. I watched in the news about the attack on the indian students, and hear about saudi students being beaten up and now my brothers too.
I won't generalise and say that Australia is a racist nation because it's not. I'll just say white trash need to be taught a harsh lesson.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Dot Points -will expand later
- My 2 younger brothers got attacked and punched at the shopping centre just now.
- I was queuing up at Target when my brothers were attacked at Vodafone.
- My family is downstairs playing scrabble.
- My brother just called from Makkah/Madinah (I really have no idea actually where he is) to ask for my abaya size.
- I fit into size S for abaya..totally. What's S in number? He was looking at 52 -54 and said it looked huge.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Transsexual in Iran
SBS played 'Transsexual in Iran' yesterday night. This was when I realised I had no idea what the true definition of a trans/bi/homo sexual/gay/ lesbian was.
I have my Stedmans Medical Dictionary infront of me right now.
Transsexual: A person with the external genitalia and secondary sexual characteristics of one gender but whose personal identification and psychosocial configuration are that of the opposite gender.
Bisexual: Having gonads of both sexes or a person who engages in both heterosexual and homosexual activities.
Homosexual: Relating to erotic attraction or activity including sexual congress between people of the same sex.
Gay: A homosexual, especially male.
Lesbian: A homosexual, especially female.
In Iran, it's legal to have a sex change operation if you have been tested and proven to be a transsexual. It is illegal to have homosexual activities.
There was a transsexual who was interviewed and he(pre operation) claimed that it was society's pressure that was forcing him to undergo the operation. If he was in a different country, he would have rights and he would not have to choose between being a male OR a female. He claimed that he would not touch Allah's creation and be happy with his sexual organs ALTHOUGH, it would be a very big sin "to do it from behind."
One year later, she (post operation) made a living out of being a temporary wife, like many other transsexuals. She had been disowned from her family and she could not work elsewhere as she was still being discriminated. She travels to different places and becomes "a temporary wife for an hour or so and this is legal." [I thought the practice of having temporary wives was frowned upon by the Prophet (peace be upon him)? Correct me if Im wrong.]
A government official writes them a letter giving permission for them to wear women clothings while waiting for the operation. This was to avoid being arrested by the morality police.
I thought the whole episode was pretty interesting, I wished it had gone more in depth. Well just sharing...
I have my Stedmans Medical Dictionary infront of me right now.
Transsexual: A person with the external genitalia and secondary sexual characteristics of one gender but whose personal identification and psychosocial configuration are that of the opposite gender.
Bisexual: Having gonads of both sexes or a person who engages in both heterosexual and homosexual activities.
Homosexual: Relating to erotic attraction or activity including sexual congress between people of the same sex.
Gay: A homosexual, especially male.
Lesbian: A homosexual, especially female.
In Iran, it's legal to have a sex change operation if you have been tested and proven to be a transsexual. It is illegal to have homosexual activities.
There was a transsexual who was interviewed and he(pre operation) claimed that it was society's pressure that was forcing him to undergo the operation. If he was in a different country, he would have rights and he would not have to choose between being a male OR a female. He claimed that he would not touch Allah's creation and be happy with his sexual organs ALTHOUGH, it would be a very big sin "to do it from behind."
One year later, she (post operation) made a living out of being a temporary wife, like many other transsexuals. She had been disowned from her family and she could not work elsewhere as she was still being discriminated. She travels to different places and becomes "a temporary wife for an hour or so and this is legal." [I thought the practice of having temporary wives was frowned upon by the Prophet (peace be upon him)? Correct me if Im wrong.]
A government official writes them a letter giving permission for them to wear women clothings while waiting for the operation. This was to avoid being arrested by the morality police.
I thought the whole episode was pretty interesting, I wished it had gone more in depth. Well just sharing...
Love and such.
In fact, Islam encourages us to marry persons for whom we have special feelings and affinity. Thus, Islam recommends that potential marriage partners see one another before proposing marriage. Explaining the reason for such a recommendation, the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said: “That would enhance/foster the bonding.”
This permission notwithstanding, we are advised against getting carried away by merely the outward appearances of a person; these may be quite misleading. Marriage is a life-long partnership and a person’s real worth is determined not by his or her physical looks, but more so by the inner person or character. Hence, after having mentioned that people ordinarily look for beauty, wealth and family in a marriage partner, the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) advised us to consider primarily “the religious or character factor” over and above all other considerations."
Taken from: IslamOnline.Net
Laila & Majnun: Aussie style (a true story, not involving me *heh)
Laila was a pretty girl who just graduated from Uni. Shy as she was, she left it to her mother to find her a husband. Her mother had a few good friends with sons who were looking for wives. One of them was Aziz (ie. majnun because you'll see how crazy he is). Aziz was drop dead gorgeous and a true gentleman. He had finally outlived his wild teenage ways and was ready to settle down and start a family. Over the years, he grew a beard, started going to the mosque regularly and was earning a good income with his master's degree in engineering. Laila's mother and Aziz's mother met several times to discuss their potential match.
Aziz's mother told him about Laila and Aziz asked for a photo of her. This request was then related to Laila's mother who found a picture of Laila and passed it to Aziz's mother.
When Aziz saw the photo of Laila, he was amazed to see how beautiful she was. He then requested for another photo of Laila and this time, without a headscarf on.
You would assume that Aziz's mother would have told him that this request was impossible to fulfil but NO, she passed the request to Laila's mother.
You would then assume that Laila's mother would have told Aziz's mother that this request was impossible to fulfil but NO, she passed the request to Laila.
Laila baulked upon hearing the request. She was shocked and upset. She immediately told her mother that all bets were off and that she would not marry Aziz at ANY rate. Her mother kept trying to persuade her but Laila stood her ground and Aziz...well he missed out on marrying a great girl.
Aziz didn't understand WHY Laila was so upset because he was ready to marry her, all he wanted was to see her without hijab. Laila was so upset because she felt that all Aziz cared about was how her hair looked. Aziz said that in Islam, it was allowed for him to see his future bride. But what -I- learnt is that a man is only allowed to see a girl's face and her palms before wedding (correct me if I'm wrong!)
Seriously, hair is just hair. If Aziz found out that Laila had straight hair on their wedding night and he preferred curly hair instead, she could go to the salon the very next day to get her hair permed. If he liked it straight, she could get her hair to be straight in about 2 hours.
And, what about Love?
Is falling in love wrong? I have read up on this and it seems that love is just a feeling. A feeling of affinity or attraction towards someone. A feeling cannot be wrong and thus, it's not wrong to fall in love. It's how you handle the love that matters.
I also read that some people have a view that marriage should occur between 2 people who have very little affection for each other, so that the love can grow while they are married, strengthening the bond between 2 individuals.
But, I have also seen with my very own eyes, marriages that were arranged and started out loveless also ending in a loveless bitter divorce.
I don't know about you but I want to marry a man whom I know I love and can continue to love for the rest of my life.
What about you? If you are already married, was it an arranged marriage or were you in love before you got married?
If you aren't married, would you choose an arranged marriage or marry someone you've fallen in love with?
This permission notwithstanding, we are advised against getting carried away by merely the outward appearances of a person; these may be quite misleading. Marriage is a life-long partnership and a person’s real worth is determined not by his or her physical looks, but more so by the inner person or character. Hence, after having mentioned that people ordinarily look for beauty, wealth and family in a marriage partner, the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) advised us to consider primarily “the religious or character factor” over and above all other considerations."
Taken from: IslamOnline.Net
Laila & Majnun: Aussie style (a true story, not involving me *heh)
Laila was a pretty girl who just graduated from Uni. Shy as she was, she left it to her mother to find her a husband. Her mother had a few good friends with sons who were looking for wives. One of them was Aziz (ie. majnun because you'll see how crazy he is). Aziz was drop dead gorgeous and a true gentleman. He had finally outlived his wild teenage ways and was ready to settle down and start a family. Over the years, he grew a beard, started going to the mosque regularly and was earning a good income with his master's degree in engineering. Laila's mother and Aziz's mother met several times to discuss their potential match.
Aziz's mother told him about Laila and Aziz asked for a photo of her. This request was then related to Laila's mother who found a picture of Laila and passed it to Aziz's mother.
When Aziz saw the photo of Laila, he was amazed to see how beautiful she was. He then requested for another photo of Laila and this time, without a headscarf on.
You would assume that Aziz's mother would have told him that this request was impossible to fulfil but NO, she passed the request to Laila's mother.
You would then assume that Laila's mother would have told Aziz's mother that this request was impossible to fulfil but NO, she passed the request to Laila.
Laila baulked upon hearing the request. She was shocked and upset. She immediately told her mother that all bets were off and that she would not marry Aziz at ANY rate. Her mother kept trying to persuade her but Laila stood her ground and Aziz...well he missed out on marrying a great girl.
Aziz didn't understand WHY Laila was so upset because he was ready to marry her, all he wanted was to see her without hijab. Laila was so upset because she felt that all Aziz cared about was how her hair looked. Aziz said that in Islam, it was allowed for him to see his future bride. But what -I- learnt is that a man is only allowed to see a girl's face and her palms before wedding (correct me if I'm wrong!)
Seriously, hair is just hair. If Aziz found out that Laila had straight hair on their wedding night and he preferred curly hair instead, she could go to the salon the very next day to get her hair permed. If he liked it straight, she could get her hair to be straight in about 2 hours.
And, what about Love?
Is falling in love wrong? I have read up on this and it seems that love is just a feeling. A feeling of affinity or attraction towards someone. A feeling cannot be wrong and thus, it's not wrong to fall in love. It's how you handle the love that matters.
I also read that some people have a view that marriage should occur between 2 people who have very little affection for each other, so that the love can grow while they are married, strengthening the bond between 2 individuals.
But, I have also seen with my very own eyes, marriages that were arranged and started out loveless also ending in a loveless bitter divorce.
I don't know about you but I want to marry a man whom I know I love and can continue to love for the rest of my life.
What about you? If you are already married, was it an arranged marriage or were you in love before you got married?
If you aren't married, would you choose an arranged marriage or marry someone you've fallen in love with?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Moderate Mainstream Muslims
Are you an MMM?
Here's a checklist to help you decide if you're an MMM:
1) You don't pray 5 times a day.
2) You eat anywhere, as long as it's not pork.
3) You have an 'English' name.
4) You are a social drinker.
5) You enjoy clubbing on the weekends.
6) Girls: The school uniform is a blouse and skirt. You make sure your skirt is at least 5 inches above your knee. Guys: Tight shirts, shorts and a bottle of cologne.
7) You don't fast during Ramadan. You're not ready for it yet. But you celebrate Eid like everyone else.
8) Every Friday, you leave office early. As the others head to masjids for Jummah, you go for lunch.
9) You believe in Darwin's Theory of Evolution.
10) You skip Tarawih to head to the nightly Ramadan Bazaar.
11) You skip Eid prayers to get ready and look nice in your Eid clothes.
12) Before you are married, you take wedding pictures with your spouse. You think it's ok to take hijab off and pose with your cheek touching his.
13) You think anyone mentioning 'Free Palestine' is a radical Muslim.
14) The only time you ever entered a Masjid was during a school trip.
15) You like being called a Moderate Muslim.
BULL I TELL YA.
Is there such a thing as being a 'moderate muslim'? I'm sick of that term being used. Ya, compromise your religion so you can be MAINSTREAM. The government wants to reduce religious tension and coins up this derogatory term, encouraging muslims to take their religiousness down a notch so that it won't scare the non muslims. Give me a break. What a shame when I hear Muslims with political power spouting the same phrase. Ah, the things you do for power and cold hard cash.
A muslim who practices his Deen faithfully is NOT a radical Muslim. He is a GOOD muslim. A moderate mainstream muslim is just someone who wants to fit in among the non muslims.
Here's a checklist to help you decide if you're an MMM:
1) You don't pray 5 times a day.
2) You eat anywhere, as long as it's not pork.
3) You have an 'English' name.
4) You are a social drinker.
5) You enjoy clubbing on the weekends.
6) Girls: The school uniform is a blouse and skirt. You make sure your skirt is at least 5 inches above your knee. Guys: Tight shirts, shorts and a bottle of cologne.
7) You don't fast during Ramadan. You're not ready for it yet. But you celebrate Eid like everyone else.
8) Every Friday, you leave office early. As the others head to masjids for Jummah, you go for lunch.
9) You believe in Darwin's Theory of Evolution.
10) You skip Tarawih to head to the nightly Ramadan Bazaar.
11) You skip Eid prayers to get ready and look nice in your Eid clothes.
12) Before you are married, you take wedding pictures with your spouse. You think it's ok to take hijab off and pose with your cheek touching his.
13) You think anyone mentioning 'Free Palestine' is a radical Muslim.
14) The only time you ever entered a Masjid was during a school trip.
15) You like being called a Moderate Muslim.
BULL I TELL YA.
Is there such a thing as being a 'moderate muslim'? I'm sick of that term being used. Ya, compromise your religion so you can be MAINSTREAM. The government wants to reduce religious tension and coins up this derogatory term, encouraging muslims to take their religiousness down a notch so that it won't scare the non muslims. Give me a break. What a shame when I hear Muslims with political power spouting the same phrase. Ah, the things you do for power and cold hard cash.
A muslim who practices his Deen faithfully is NOT a radical Muslim. He is a GOOD muslim. A moderate mainstream muslim is just someone who wants to fit in among the non muslims.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Of towels and curtains
I promise that this is my last post for today.
Yesterday, Mr Atheist said I should stop wearing towels on my head and clothes that look like curtains.
Yesterday, Mr Atheist said I should stop wearing towels on my head and clothes that look like curtains.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Risky business
Everyone keeps telling me the same thing. They keep asking if I am sure. They question if I am serious about this. They doubt the possibility.
What do I do? Should I or should I not take that risk? Should I enjoy it while it lasts or back away before it ends?
I hate stereotypes because most of the time, they're true.
What do I do? Should I or should I not take that risk? Should I enjoy it while it lasts or back away before it ends?
I hate stereotypes because most of the time, they're true.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
MY TURN
How do you think I did? (:I had help from my housemate who had her first experience frying anchovies! Then afterwards, she helped me fry the remaining chickens while I did Dzuhr.
So, I just finished cooking a 2nd batch of rice and we have enough chicken to last til dinner tomorrow LOL.
I'm going to send this picture to my parents who doubt my cooking skills and laugh at me when I call my mom to ask her for recipes. Pffft.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Hijabs and Girls.
For me, the hijab is more than just carrying out a religious duty. Over the years, my hijab has transformed into a safety mechanism. I dont know if others feel the same way but my hijab makes me feel protected. Someone commented that when I wear hijab, my face totally cant be seen when viewed from the side.
I turned and gave him a wide smile while saying "And that's just the way I like it."
Back at home, I am not very close to my extended family. My father was the only university graduate from his side of the family and my mother was the only university graduate on her side too. So you know, sibling rivalry within their families exist. What I am going to tell you next involves only family on my dad's side. My maternal cousins are all much older or much younger. There aren't many that are in my age group, mostly boys. On my dad's side however, there are plenty of female cousins, all within my age group. Naturally, people start comparing.
So brains vs. beauty. I wont say that I am more intelligent than the rest of my female cousins but let's just say academically, I have achieved more than them. I also mentioned in a previous post (I think), that I am the only one to wear hijab. I have now been stereotyped as the hijab wearing, religion abiding girl. No room for mistakes for me. I have to be the perfect muslimah. I don't mind this stereotype because in a way, it helps me stay good (:
However, rivalry exists and since my aunts' children lost out in the brains department, they all want to trump me in the beauty department.
I always wear hijab when they come over to my house or when I go over to their homes. Yes, the man who married your father's sister is NOT mahram. I am going to kick the next person who tells me that he is. My aunts always make a big deal of the fact that I have hijab on. They will say "Oh, take it off. He is your uncle. There is no problem." But I refuse and keep my hijab on.
Sometimes, even when the non mahrams leave, my hijab still stays on because...
1) I like hijab.
2) I put effort into ironing my hijab.
3) Not taking it off just for you, who do you think you are?
4) Bad hair day.
5) I know all you want to do is see how I look without hijab and compare me to your daughters.
I know number 5 happens because it HAS happened. Right infront of me. Aunts commenting about my weight, my hair, my body's stats. Like hungry lionesses pouncing on a baby goat. I was dissected and each part of me reviewed ): One time I took off hijab after they all left and one aunt came back up to grab her purse because she forgot it, she saw my colored hair. (ya ya shush about the colored hair. it was a mistake. i got in major big time trouble with my dad so please, dont start nagging too.)
She went like "OHHHH. You colored your hair!! When did you do it? What color is it?" I just gave her a nervous smile and quickly closed the door.
The next day, okay probably that same night, half the extended family knew I had colored hair and that I am really a bad girl under the hijab. totally. *rolls eyes
Pleaseeeee stop comparing me to your daughters. I can't stand it. We are not even in the same leagues. Too different. No basis for comparison. ): You have to be fair when comparing us. You have to imagine me wearing clothes similar to theirs or imagine them wearing clothes similar to mine. My aunts think my fashion sense sucks because when I was like 15, they sneaked a peek of baggy jeans under my abaya. It's ok aunties, I don't mind being ugly in your eyes. Please stop trying to justify your opinion of the way I look. Really, I don't mind me so you shouldn't too. Be glad that your daughters are beautiful, skinny enough to fit into half a pair of skinny jeans and don't look weird with bleached blond hair...I don't really want to look like that so yeah (:
Anyways, my point is, dont be surprised if you see me wearing hijab among my aunts. They're my mahram yes but man, they wont quit checking me out!!
I turned and gave him a wide smile while saying "And that's just the way I like it."
Back at home, I am not very close to my extended family. My father was the only university graduate from his side of the family and my mother was the only university graduate on her side too. So you know, sibling rivalry within their families exist. What I am going to tell you next involves only family on my dad's side. My maternal cousins are all much older or much younger. There aren't many that are in my age group, mostly boys. On my dad's side however, there are plenty of female cousins, all within my age group. Naturally, people start comparing.
So brains vs. beauty. I wont say that I am more intelligent than the rest of my female cousins but let's just say academically, I have achieved more than them. I also mentioned in a previous post (I think), that I am the only one to wear hijab. I have now been stereotyped as the hijab wearing, religion abiding girl. No room for mistakes for me. I have to be the perfect muslimah. I don't mind this stereotype because in a way, it helps me stay good (:
However, rivalry exists and since my aunts' children lost out in the brains department, they all want to trump me in the beauty department.
I always wear hijab when they come over to my house or when I go over to their homes. Yes, the man who married your father's sister is NOT mahram. I am going to kick the next person who tells me that he is. My aunts always make a big deal of the fact that I have hijab on. They will say "Oh, take it off. He is your uncle. There is no problem." But I refuse and keep my hijab on.
Sometimes, even when the non mahrams leave, my hijab still stays on because...
1) I like hijab.
2) I put effort into ironing my hijab.
3) Not taking it off just for you, who do you think you are?
4) Bad hair day.
5) I know all you want to do is see how I look without hijab and compare me to your daughters.
I know number 5 happens because it HAS happened. Right infront of me. Aunts commenting about my weight, my hair, my body's stats. Like hungry lionesses pouncing on a baby goat. I was dissected and each part of me reviewed ): One time I took off hijab after they all left and one aunt came back up to grab her purse because she forgot it, she saw my colored hair. (ya ya shush about the colored hair. it was a mistake. i got in major big time trouble with my dad so please, dont start nagging too.)
She went like "OHHHH. You colored your hair!! When did you do it? What color is it?" I just gave her a nervous smile and quickly closed the door.
The next day, okay probably that same night, half the extended family knew I had colored hair and that I am really a bad girl under the hijab. totally. *rolls eyes
Pleaseeeee stop comparing me to your daughters. I can't stand it. We are not even in the same leagues. Too different. No basis for comparison. ): You have to be fair when comparing us. You have to imagine me wearing clothes similar to theirs or imagine them wearing clothes similar to mine. My aunts think my fashion sense sucks because when I was like 15, they sneaked a peek of baggy jeans under my abaya. It's ok aunties, I don't mind being ugly in your eyes. Please stop trying to justify your opinion of the way I look. Really, I don't mind me so you shouldn't too. Be glad that your daughters are beautiful, skinny enough to fit into half a pair of skinny jeans and don't look weird with bleached blond hair...I don't really want to look like that so yeah (:
Anyways, my point is, dont be surprised if you see me wearing hijab among my aunts. They're my mahram yes but man, they wont quit checking me out!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Remember to remember me.
So last night after all the fun my housemates and I had, I sat down at the computer and started listening to a lecture on infertility.
Then it came. That awful pain in my left chest. My left arm got all tingly and before I knew it, my fingers were icy cold. I just sat and waited for the pain to go away but the pain was different from the last time. It wasn't sharp, it wasn't short. It was long and it ached.
My housemates came into my room and chatted with me, made me a mug of hot Milo and soon, the pain was bearable.
I got up this morning and my chest-shoulder region aches so bad.
I know it's not an infarction and it's not angina. I'm hoping its some muscular thing or nerve entrapment but I don't know if it happens along this region.
My heart rate was 88bpm, just me sitting on the floor. I checked my heart sounds this morning and both S1 and S2 were present and normal, regular and strong.
I have an appointment with the uni medical centre at 840am tomorrow morning. I hope I get up in time. They did not have any appointments today, only for urgent cases. I am thinking that what they mean by urgent is...if you are feeling unwell and need a medical certificate as you have a test today. If you dont have a test and you can just sit at home and afford to not get into trouble in uni, then youre not an urgent case. I almost said Alright, no thanks I wont have the 840am appointment but my auto mouth said yes.
I just feel so reluctant because when Im there, i will not be having these pains and they will probably just put everything down to stress. If youre in uni, and you have pains that arent supposed to be happening, youre either stressed or depressed. I hate stereotypes.
Last night I was scared to go to sleep because I was afraid that I might fall unconscious in bed and no one will know. Do my housemates know CPR? Lol. But, death doesnt discriminate and I could die right now while typing this.
What will I be remembered for? My pranks? My crankiness? My serious face? My ultra lame jokes? My love for chocolates?
I hope it's something good though.
Then it came. That awful pain in my left chest. My left arm got all tingly and before I knew it, my fingers were icy cold. I just sat and waited for the pain to go away but the pain was different from the last time. It wasn't sharp, it wasn't short. It was long and it ached.
My housemates came into my room and chatted with me, made me a mug of hot Milo and soon, the pain was bearable.
I got up this morning and my chest-shoulder region aches so bad.
I know it's not an infarction and it's not angina. I'm hoping its some muscular thing or nerve entrapment but I don't know if it happens along this region.
My heart rate was 88bpm, just me sitting on the floor. I checked my heart sounds this morning and both S1 and S2 were present and normal, regular and strong.
I have an appointment with the uni medical centre at 840am tomorrow morning. I hope I get up in time. They did not have any appointments today, only for urgent cases. I am thinking that what they mean by urgent is...if you are feeling unwell and need a medical certificate as you have a test today. If you dont have a test and you can just sit at home and afford to not get into trouble in uni, then youre not an urgent case. I almost said Alright, no thanks I wont have the 840am appointment but my auto mouth said yes.
I just feel so reluctant because when Im there, i will not be having these pains and they will probably just put everything down to stress. If youre in uni, and you have pains that arent supposed to be happening, youre either stressed or depressed. I hate stereotypes.
Last night I was scared to go to sleep because I was afraid that I might fall unconscious in bed and no one will know. Do my housemates know CPR? Lol. But, death doesnt discriminate and I could die right now while typing this.
What will I be remembered for? My pranks? My crankiness? My serious face? My ultra lame jokes? My love for chocolates?
I hope it's something good though.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
MORMONS
Yikes, there were loud knocks on the door so I went down to check.
We don't lock our screen door so the minute I opened the door, I saw 2 guys in white shirts and black pants, holding the screen door open.
My first thought: S***, I've been discovered.
They said: Do you have 2 minutes to spare to listen to us?
My second thought: Okay, why not?
They then welcomed themselves into my home. OMYGOSH KILL ME NOW I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO TALK TO ME FROM OUTSIDE.
No, I was not going to slam the door into their faces.
They asked: Whats your name?
I said: Nadia
They said: Wow, thats a wonderful name.
They asked: Do you have any religious background at all?
I said: Yeah, Im Muslim.
They said: Excellent!
Blah blah blah, the works of Jesus Christ being carried out by a living prophet, blah blah blah, native americans, blah blah blah, im from sydney hes from arizona, blah blah blah, no i was not brainwashed...i went in search of the truth on my own (Chill, i never said u were brainwashed...defensive much?) here's a free book for you, blah blah blah, can I just say a quick prayer?
I said: Yeah, go ahead.
And then he went on to say a prayer for me. Lol, I thought they were going to pray for themselves. He said may I be blessed for letting them into my house and that I read their book.
I dont know what I should have done? Maybe I should have just said No when they asked if I had time to spare but err, my mouth works on auto mode. I didnt think.
They were real nice and polite though. No, I'm not going to read The Book Of Mormon. I have no time ): I need to read my Quran.
Do you think it would work if Muslims went on a recruiting drive like this?
ps. Where is my stove + oven? Retravision, you lied to me.
We don't lock our screen door so the minute I opened the door, I saw 2 guys in white shirts and black pants, holding the screen door open.
My first thought: S***, I've been discovered.
They said: Do you have 2 minutes to spare to listen to us?
My second thought: Okay, why not?
They then welcomed themselves into my home. OMYGOSH KILL ME NOW I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO TALK TO ME FROM OUTSIDE.
No, I was not going to slam the door into their faces.
They asked: Whats your name?
I said: Nadia
They said: Wow, thats a wonderful name.
They asked: Do you have any religious background at all?
I said: Yeah, Im Muslim.
They said: Excellent!
Blah blah blah, the works of Jesus Christ being carried out by a living prophet, blah blah blah, native americans, blah blah blah, im from sydney hes from arizona, blah blah blah, no i was not brainwashed...i went in search of the truth on my own (Chill, i never said u were brainwashed...defensive much?) here's a free book for you, blah blah blah, can I just say a quick prayer?
I said: Yeah, go ahead.
And then he went on to say a prayer for me. Lol, I thought they were going to pray for themselves. He said may I be blessed for letting them into my house and that I read their book.
I dont know what I should have done? Maybe I should have just said No when they asked if I had time to spare but err, my mouth works on auto mode. I didnt think.
They were real nice and polite though. No, I'm not going to read The Book Of Mormon. I have no time ): I need to read my Quran.
Do you think it would work if Muslims went on a recruiting drive like this?
ps. Where is my stove + oven? Retravision, you lied to me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Why I am ):
1) I sleep at odd hours and wake up at even more odd hours.
2) I eat one meal a day.
3) I'm gaining weight (see point above).
4) I cleaned my room a few days back and now all my books are on the floor again.
5) I can't see my bed, too many things on it.
6) I am not Saudi.
7) I am only 21, too young.
8) My friend died, killing herself and her unborn child.
9) My wardrobe is no longer color coded.
10) I have been believing without understanding. Now, the journey towards comprehension starts.
11) I need blender + electric mixer + stove + oven (last 2 coming on Wednesday, inshaAllah).
12) I got trumped by Dina, a girl from Egypt.
13) My family ignored me for MacDs.
14) I have an empty photo frame on my table. It says: Friends, through thick and thin.
2) I eat one meal a day.
3) I'm gaining weight (see point above).
4) I cleaned my room a few days back and now all my books are on the floor again.
5) I can't see my bed, too many things on it.
6) I am not Saudi.
7) I am only 21, too young.
8) My friend died, killing herself and her unborn child.
9) My wardrobe is no longer color coded.
10) I have been believing without understanding. Now, the journey towards comprehension starts.
11) I need blender + electric mixer + stove + oven (last 2 coming on Wednesday, inshaAllah).
12) I got trumped by Dina, a girl from Egypt.
13) My family ignored me for MacDs.
14) I have an empty photo frame on my table. It says: Friends, through thick and thin.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
What's not to love?
I don't know what to do anymore. How is it that we can be surrounded by people, talking to someone and yet, still feel so lonely inside? It seems like everything I do ends up being wrong, even if I started with good intentions. I feel so small. So very small and insignificant. Have you heard of the saying, 'To the world, you are just one person but to one person, you are the world'? Who is this person..I wonder when will I meet this person? Is this person already in my life, hidden? I wrote my mom a card telling her that she loves more than she is loved, for noone's love compares to hers. Now I hope I did not say the wrong thing. I don't want her to feel unappreciated. If what I wrote to her was true, mothers must be the loneliest people in the world. Giving out love and receiving a minute amount in return. On the subject of love, what IS love? Is it love when you get butterflies in your tummy talking to a guy? Or is it love only when you don't get those butterflies anymore? Is it love if I help with my brother with his exams...and when he does better than me, I feel a slight twinge of sibling rivalry? Is it love when my mother tells me I am too fat and that I should lose weight or no one will like me? But Mother, I want someone who will love me regardless of my weight. Is it love when you wake up each morning and your thoughts are only about one person (rendering you non functional for all other activities of daily living)? Is pre-marital love prohibited??LOL @ pre-marital love. I am so witty and since there is noone to appreciate my wit I shall LOL on my own. I am being cynical there. Don't get me wrong, I am not begging for sympathy, just someone who can clue me in on this marvelously complicated topic. I imagine myself to be the lonely old woman with a bunch of cats, living in a huge mansion...except I don't like cats so maybe switch cats to books. yeah...me and my beautiful mansion. Sucks to you for not loving me...or you could be living in my mansion or coming over for tea. My messenger list is full of people I don't talk to. Friends from school, friends from uni...I've started deleting people. The other day I did an experiment. I put: 'I shaved my head bald!' on my messenger status and suddenly, so many people started IM-ing me asking if I had really done it. Firstly, I wear hijab, why do you care anyways? It's not like youre gona be seeing my bald head. Secondly, you dont even TALK to me but you care about my haircut? Thirdly, you all forgot my birthday. Lastly, go away I'm deleting you from messenger.
Can you tell I am an angsty teenager in this post?
Can you tell I am an angsty teenager in this post?
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