dreams

I love the fact that one little thing that you succeed in and didn't expect to can motivate you to do so much more. 


I absolutely LOVE it! 


It just goes to show you that it's all in your mind, what you can and can't do. 
Just the other day someone told me, that to make your dreams come true you need to wake up first. 
How true is that. 

I love falll!

ahhh smells so freshh!!! um that's the sewers.

I wish we could capture smells the way we capture pictures.
you know, if we could pull em up whenever we want and take a whif.

Ahh life would be so much easier. I think i learned somewhere before that the strongest link with memory is the sense of smell. Tell me about it!
 
I miss Egypt so much to the extent that when i go down this street near university campus with all the restaurants and food vendors the aromas overwhelms me and my mind just turns into time-warp back to Egypt.

If I'm walking and i get a whif of the sewers you can bet you that i'm gonna start missing Egypt ( My mom just told that this is rude to say, and will insult Egyptians... really though if it insults them, who are they kidding! we all know what Cairo smells like.)

The short of the story is...I want to go to Egypt!

The End.

Excited about riding the bus...Omg don't call me lame

Riding the bus for the first time, so I'm sitting here, kind of nervous. I know it's only the bus, but I'm still excited. 
Although I'm starting to think maybe its not a good idea anymore. maybe right now was not the best time. Who tries out the bus for their first time on a Sunday night and on the last running bus for the day? getting lost at night, well i guess it could be an adventure. Haha. Not. 
I hope my phone is charged and for the record, I'm wearing some very uncomfortable flip-flops. I better get home tonight all in one piece, just so i don't have to listen to my mom say " I told you so." but then again if i don't come home all in one piece I really don't think my mom will be doing in rubbing in my face, cause that's just not nice. 
 So I'm sitting here at the bus stop, it's been a while i thought the bus would come earlier but i don't mind much. I get to see the sun set and with the fall leaves, It's beautiful. Haven't had time to do that in a while. 
so here comes the bus

Wish me luck!

Pink is the new...Pink!

I had so much to write about, all these posts that were on my mind, but i had mid-terms and after i was done....i pretty  much forgot what it was i wanted to write about hmmmm. Isn't it weird how during mid-terms we have all these things we want to do, i kid you not, i get urges to clean my room and clean the house! I know it's crazy!

so today was Pink Hijab Day since its Breast Cancer Awareness month. My professor actually after class came up to me and asked if it was pink hijab day since i was wearing a pink hijab. I got overly excited :p

so who wore a pink Hijab?

Dear Political Thinkers Professor, I hate you!

You thought you were so cool, handing us that one sheet of paper, giving us hope that maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, only to see the instructions saying to write an essay for each of the posed questions.

3 Hours.

On butt-numbing seats. You are so cruel.
I hate you.

Those questions weren't any questions. I fail to see how they even related to the course.
yes, I recognized the Name of Marx, Hobbes, Rousseau, Machiavelli, and Nietzsche in there. That was about all i recognized.

When you told us to make sure we knew how to spell these political thinkers' names, it made me feel that maybe this was a significant tip for the exam, and i took it to heart. oh and did i.

You were there each class at 8:30 in the freakin morning, with your too perky smile and excitement for such a time. and you would talk about Machiavelli like he was your homeboy.

 I totally get that it is necessary for a leader to totally crush their enemy, and that a viper crushed beneath your foot but left alive, will rear up and bite you with a double dose of venom. Machiavelli was the shiznet.

I almost felt a bond with Rousseau when he spoke of the evils of  theater and the mixing of men and women, i almost felt like it was my parents yelling at me, you know.

Marx totally urged me to go and revolution it up in Egypt, Nietzsche cracked me up with his statements of humans being their own God. Cause cotton candy was no human invention. It was purely the work of miracles, angels and all things Godly.

Despite all that, and more you decided to torture us with your nearing on gibberish exam. I came out of there with nightmares. I was scarred for life! It was worse than being made to eat your vegetables while sugarcoating it with mustard. Lots worse.



Love,

Your now-corrupted-ex-student

To the people who won't and don't care to understand other people

Being born into a religion isn't a leap of faith. Mind you i don't think it's much faith at all. Don't get me wrong, i consider myself lucky to be born a Muslim but that's my big ego talking. It's not something that i had a hand in, just like my race, color and gender. On the other hand, searching within your religion and other religions is a leap of faith. Doing so objectively is pure craziness, but such a mind opening one. I know we're living in a time where nothing is considered purely black or white, where everything is relative. yet people are still acting with the mindset of, " I can't help them, they're going to hell anyways." People use religion to justify their actions when it's purely their close-mindedness speaking.  then they turn around and call everyone else close-minded for not being accommodating of their religious beliefs. I'm in no way pointing fingers at anyone or religion in particular. Most religions are guilty of doing this. so can we, as they say, take a leap of faith and start seeing the relativism with which other people live their lives.