WARNING: RANT AHEAD!

Of the many issues that never cease to get on my nerves are women who complain about things they are not willing to do anything about. Examples?

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My friend’s husband is literally a big baby. He comes him from work, drops his briefcase on the floor, takes off his clothes and leaves them strewn across the bedroom floor, eats and does not bother cleaning up after himself, and does not lend a hand in any of the work his wife does around the house. She has a full time job, too, and they live alone in their two bedroom apartment with no help.

She complains about his actions constantly. I am reluctant to answer the phone because I know all I’m going to get is complaints about her husband’s actions. When I tell her to confront him gently, she refuses. Tell him that he is a grown up and can hang up his clothes or throw them in the laundry basket when he comes home. Tell him to help you with the dishes. Tell him to make sure his own clothes are ready the night before work; it’s not your problem if his ghutra is not ironed.

Her response? “Fashla,” “3aib,” and “magi.” Seriously? Then stop complaining about it! You’re making your husband look bad. All your friends probably hate him by now because of how bad you make him look. This is your husband. You’re going to be living with him for the rest of your life, inshallah. Why do this? How would you like it if you go out on a double date and your friend’s husband says something like, “at least I hang my clothes when I take them off” or a similar remark? How do you think he would feel? There is no fashla and 3aib between a husband and his wife.

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Girls, stop complaining about being single. Society does not hate you for being single. You are not shunned because you are single. You are not unsuccessful because you are single. If that’s how you see it, then you are the one with issues not society. Celebrate yourself and shut up!

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Wives, stop judging your in laws. Be nice. Set boundaries if you do not want to be best buddies with them, but do not make assumptions and badmouth them to the whole world.

I was sitting in a gathering with friends that I have not seen in such a long time. It was more of a reunion. One of the girls had gotten married and was pregnant. She does not live with her in laws and was telling us how they do not have any manners just because they call and ask how she is everyday, invite themselves over so that they can see her bearing cake and gifts, and ask her if she would like them to send their housemate to help her in cleaning the apartment. I mean, come on! That sounds like a really nice family to have for in laws. They just want to be nice. No, you do not know that they think you are not san3a because they called you before you called them. No, you do not know that they did invited themselves over because they want to see if you are doing a good job at keeping the apartment clean. No, you did not know that they believe that you cannot afford a housemate or cannot ask your family for theirs. They are just being nice. Give them a chance.

Guess what? Even if they are horrible people, stop badmouthing them. They are going to be your children’s grandparents, aunts, and uncles! You’re ruining your children’s family’s reputation.

I belong to the female race. I am not attacking you. Take pride in being a woman and act upon it!

So much is going on in the world, yet there is so much that one has to focus on in order to keep his/her own life on track.

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Starting with what’s going on in the world:

If the person who killed 90+ people in Norway was a Muslim, the press would have declared him a terrorist. For now though, he is just an “assailant,” “attacker” (Reuters), “gunman” (BBC, CNN & Al Jazeera). Looks like “terrorist” is a name reserved for Muslims. The US Dept of State calls it an “Act of Violence,” not an “Act of Terrorism.” Share this status and let the world know, HYPOCRISY is leading us astray…

Yes, the truth is unfortunately sad and pathetic at times.

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I know that by saying this I’m risking my anonymity and all, but I don’t think I care about that too much anymore. So, my business was featured in an newspaper article recently. I feel proud that I’m a young woman (emphasis on young) who has went for it and achieved quite a bit. Some people tell me that I’m missing out on life and what not, but I’m not. I have fun everyday. I enjoy my life. I don’t regret any of the steps I’ve taken. My life is pretty much planned out, and I do have my goals set. However, that really does not mean that I cannot have any fun.

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Now for the freak out:

I still haven’t packed.

I’m still in the process of finalizing accommodation on campus.

I’m still in the process of registering Baby Noor in the nursery on campus.

I still have five out of six books for pre-course reading material that I need to finish reading before September.

We also have to book tickets.

Basically, it’s a crazy mess.

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Other than all of the above, what’s everyone’s plan for Ramadan?

My plan is to see as many of my family, friends, and the people I love throughout the month because I’m leaving and probably won’t see them for a year, if not more.

Yes, I know.. It’s been just a few days short of a year, and what a crazy year it has been! Just to clarify, this is the updates post. Maybe next time a real post will happen.

First, we have been blessed with beautiful, bouncy Baby Noor! She’s a real miracle. Her happiness makes the world go round. <3

Second, I’m in a life-changing transition phase. By this time next year, I should be nearing the end of a year of studies, inshallah!

Third, business is thriving. Stress is taking over. I have been working non-stop, and I am thankfully really close to getting a break.

These are the important points, I guess.

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Random stuff:

I know publishing a book you have written is great, but really, if you want to do something that big, do it right. Get an editor. A book with too many mistakes, names that aren’t capitalized, bad punctuation, and repetitive word use is not a good start for someone aspiring to be a writer.

In the time I have taken away from the blogosphere, I noticed that all the blogs have turned into either marketing/review blogs or fashion blogs. Where did all the normal bloggers who talked about their lives and interests go? And no, I don’t mean the part of their life where one tells us what the new trend is and which new restaurant is worth a visit.

Did you know that all you have to do to be a certified translator is take an oath at the court?

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On motherhood,

It is not overrated at all. Actually, if it’s possible, it’s underrated. I’m so in love with the baby, the way I feel as a mother, and everything that comes with it that I cannot wait to have another baby. Waiting for the right time now feels like forever.

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I think this is enough post-midnight rambling. Fingers crossed I’ll be posting again soon.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Just a quick hello with an update on what’s been keeping me away from Poshlust.

So, what have I been up to lately? I had a rough February. After the annual Literature festival N. and I attended with Sou and Moos, things started spiraling. I found out I was pregnant (something I’ve wanted for quite a while) then had a miscarriage four days later. That happened during the period I was teaching an English writing class as a part-time TA at KU. No details on the matter since it’s quite depressing.

A couple of weeks after the post-miscarriage period was over, I found out that I was pregnant again. Very unexpected and confusing and led to a form of hybernation since I did not want to be puking in people’s laps at gatherings and what not. Typing and reading online also made me feel quite dizzy. El7emdillah.

Now, I’m ecstatic as hell. I’m done with my first trimester. I’m feeling better. I have a job at a place I’ve always wanted to work at. The people here are great. My business is running smoothly without any of the crazy clients I had to deal with in the past few months, thankfully. So, I have a lot to be grateful for and a lot to post about.

Next post? Dubai Literature Festival!

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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I love shoes. I buy a lot of shoes. I need to stop buying shoes. Not working. I bought new shoes a few days ago. Not good. Shoe incidents?

Found these amazing heels, tried them on, walked around in them for around thirty minutes, and reserved them. I needed my friend to stop me, but she was kind of soft about it, not very harsh and demanding. So, I thought I’d call N. He’d stop me for sure, right? I mean, he knows how many shoes I have! Meanwhile, I went to another store and did clothes shopping. When N. finally calls, he just plainly and simply tells me that I can get the shoes if I want. If I want? Of course I want! So, I got them.

Incident where people actually try to stop me?

My friend and I walk into Carolina Herrera. Instead of looking at the clothes and a bag to buy my mom as a gift, which is the main reason I’m there, I go to the shoes section. I didn’t like anything, but then.. I saw these beautiful metallic brown leopard print peep toes. I tried them on, and they were even more gorgeous on my feet. But then.. my friend comes and tries to get me not to buy the shoes. She comes between the shoes and I.

Sushi: I thought you didn’t want to buy anymore..

Moi: Etha mu 3ajbech, 6el3ay bara elma7al!

See? It doesn’t work when people try to stop me either. So, shel7al?! Should I never go shopping again? Sigh! I love my heels, all of them! And I totally wouldn’t mind adding to the collection. But I do realize that I need to stop. So, as of the last period in this post, I will try and do my very best to not by heels for at least the next month. This would officially be the last period of this post.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Lately, I’ve been surrounded by people in strange relationships, and so I decided to vent here.

One person in the relationship leads a more liberal lifestyle and the other is more traditional, so they argue about everything. That’s not right people. You probably knew this about each other before you got married. It intensified when you got married, but so what?! Talk about it, discuss things, and agree to disagree.  Why all the yelling and dragging your families and friends into it? This is your life together, and some things should be kept between the two of you. One does not have to change/dominate the other.

Girls, if your man is abusing you, whether verbally, emotionally, or physically, drop him! Khalas, do not go to your friends crying and saying that you hate him and then say that you can’t leave him because you love him! Athaitoona! We’re trying to look out for you! Either take the advice you came for seriously, or don’t come to us at all. You know we’re right, and you know your relationship isn’t heading anywhere. So deal with it in a way that’s best for you. We can’t tell you what or what not to do. This is your relationship, your life, and your future.

A point for the new wifies who have been coming to me and telling me that their husbands have their headsets on their heads and laptops on their laps during lunch and other quality time you’re supposed to spend together, yank them off of him. Demand the attention. You deserve it. Why are you letting him ignore your existence and belittle your time together? And guess what? He doesn’t realize he’s doing anything that hurts your feelings because you’re not pointing it out!

On cheating.. Here it is: if you would not be okay with your spouse, partner, companion, etc. if s/he were doing what you’re doing, then don’t do it! If you’re thinking about someone else in a way you shouldn’t be, it’s cheating. Flirty text messages, e-mails, phone calls, etc. are cheating. Inappropriate feelings are cheating. It does not have to be physical. And NO, they’re not JUST messages or phone calls or feelings because they lead to other more serious things!

When I decide to be open for therapy sessions, I’ll let you know.

There!

P.S. I’m venting, v e n t i n g, venting. This is not me telling people what to do. It’s a rush of raw emotions. If you don’t get that, your comment will be ignored. Bite me.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Here’s what I just discussed with my husband, mother-in-law, and father-in-law:

One of our relatives was in the hospital for four days during this past week.

While he was there, a nurse came to inject him with a syringe that was not even for him. He told her to check and then told her off.

While he was there, he got ten kinds of medication on a tray that would have led to his death and had he not explained to the nurse that he does not take them and had her go check again and again and again, she probably would have killed him.

But, while he was there, something happened to top it all off and made the above seem like tiny mistakes..

Two doctors in the room our man is in, assuming that our respectable man does not understand nor speak any English; one says the following to the other:

“He’s old. Give him anything. He’s going to die anyway.”

After an educational fair, my husband and I went to the valet and gave him our voucher so that he gets our car. Instead, he took the money and pointed in the direction of the car. When we asked him to do more, he poured out some insolence. Needless to say, we took care of it.

While touring Madame Tussaud’s in London, a couple of Kuwaiti girls decided they were too good to wait in line to take their pictures. When I stared at them and explained that there’s a line and took my rightful turn, they stood around calling out things like “WAI3!” and “HAILEGEYA.” Nice, huh? They blocked our way, and we walked right past them. Soon enough, one of the girls comes with her father. She brought him to tell me off. I calmly made sure that he understood that there is no way in hell I was going to get told off for his rude daughter’s doings and walked away.

Then I came upstairs to write this blog post, and I found a comment on my previous post from the level of insolence mentioned above. I feel sorry for the person who wrote it.

Let’s all have a moment of silence to pity all those who were just like the inconsiderate people mentioned in this post and hope that they get over their psychological misguidance.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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RANDOMANIA:

What happened the past month or so..

I’m 21 now, and I had the awesome-est surprise birthday dinner. Thank you, baby;*

I started my own business, it’s going well, and I love it. My brain cells are reviving.. Yay!

I bought shoes even though I said I would stop. Sigh.

I watched Avatar and thought it was overrated. The graphics are great, yes, but the story is too much of a cliche. Pocahontas, much?

Private Practice

Got celebrated for my genius by KU.. Surprising?

Gained weight

Thinking of rejoining the gym and spinning but no car..

Finally got done with the Literature Festival bookings!

Got a haircut

Read this article, was going to post a long post about it, but decided against it.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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It’s getting harder by the minute to be jobless and bored all the time. Yes, I watch stuff on my laptop, add things to my iPod, read, maintain my weight, take care of my skin and hair, keep up with fashion news, and all that stuff. I even learned to make pasta in pink sauce, a couple of desserts, and stuff like that. But really? What else is there? I’m becoming shallow and superficial as my brain cells rot then die. So, I thought of starting up something of my own. I’m not all that sure of how it’s going to work out, but I have a talent I really want to put to good use.

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I love my sis-in-laws three sons. They’re the most amazing company one could ask for. Besides drawing and posting their own work on our fridge, they have a lot of funny conversations with us and with everyone around them. Examples?

Their friend: *talking into a toy walkie talkie* Call the police. Call the police.

Son II: Shut up! I’m Power Ranger Red!

Son I: La meta ma toldeen?

Me: Ana mu 7amel 3ashan olad!

Son I: Ee, la meta?

Me: Madry, enta al7een sh3alaik meni?

Son I: Nabi y9eer 3endina cousin!

Me: Right, w etha yebt baby bet6egouna wela tel3eboun weya?

Son II (notice that he’s been quiet all along except to answer this question): Ben6ega! *realizes that was very wrong* Aaammm Aaamm.. Nel3ab weya! *big grin*

Son III just started talking and said my name right after “Mama” and “Baba.” So, when he saw N. taking our luggage to the car for a short trip he panicked and yelled, “WAIN AYTA?!”

<3

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I realize this is a very random post, and to add to that, any diet recommendations?

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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2009

Wedding reception Honeymoon in Austria EAIFL Dubai Road trip to Bahrain BA in English Literature Trip to London Redecorated our place Books Job interviews Unemployment MA applications New friends New laptop And of course.. New shoes <3 A revived love for fashion Spiritual cleansing Mental development Refined emotions Writing.. lots of writing Enlightening Sex and The City marathon An appreciation for being broke HAJS

And last but not least..

A GROWING LOVE FOR N. <3

2010

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