Life on the other side. Egypt. Where it all happened and is STILL happening. :)
April 21, 2012
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My….Absence….Summary
Welll….I’ll start with this weekend since I’m just dying to get it out. What I did this weekend issss…. I got engaged. I DIIIIID!!! I got engaged yesterday to be precise. I can’t even believe it yet and my mom is refusing to believe it. He is French. He is tallllllll. He is white. hahaahaha. I don’t even know what to do with myself now. It’s so weird to hear myself even think that I have a fiance. Insha’Allah we are trying to do the knot tying in a month or so. We’re not totally sure yet. My Grandmother might come. TO EGYPT!!! But masha’Allah, I find this particularly amazing because it was maybe a week after I put the post about Surah Sharh and the brother that was helping us with this called and said he had someone. So we agreed to meet him. And HE was supposed to meet someone else, an Egyptian girl. But he told the guy who was helping us that his heart was more inclined to meet me. This was such a first for me. One, I’ve never considered a Frenchman. Two, men usually prefer either white women or arabs, I have learned this through experience, especially the white men and the arabs. So, after we met and blah and blah, I actually felt comfortable enough to show my face in this first meeting. Afterwards, the guy helping us tells me and my mom that he (my fiance, omg what even) said he didn’t even want to sit with the Egyptian girl anymore. Just take a minute here to imagine my face. And this man fits ALL (so far that I have seen) of my requirements. He’s white (that sounds bad I know, but this is why I have nothing against the men who prefer white), he has a job and seems responsible (yesterday, after we got engaged, because we’d gone down to see the place I’d live if I marry him, he paid for our ride home without us asking or anything), he’s more knowledgeable about Islam than I am, he even lives where I can study for myself and learn a whole lot more even if it IS a village, and one that wasn’t even on my list he speaks only Arabic and French!! So I can learn the two languages that I love the most, insha’Allah. He doesn’t speak English, but I speak Arabic so that’s okay. Insha’Allah this all works out and I marry him. I like him a lot so far and he seems to genuinely like me as well. Insha’Allah we will see. Make lots and lots of dua (prayer) for me. No prayers to Jesus please.
In other, less important, news: Me and the bestfriend are no longer even regular friends. Long story short, she left me for a younger girl. She couldn’t take that I didn’t like this five year younger, extremely rude to me, spiteful girl. So, she decided it was better to be her friend than mine. I am not even messed about it. They deserve each other if she can as easily break a friendship as the other can spout insults. I don’t even need it.
We are also getting prepared for the annual school Carnival. Hence the blankness of my blog. I am too busy to really open my computer, unless it’s to send a message to the parents of my students.
Pray for me, for everything!!
Cleo♥Calypso
April 3, 2012
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So. A lot of hard and undesirable things have been happening in my life lately. The divorce has been, as expected, hard. I have to help my mom pay for stuff more than I did before. Everything seems to be costing more and more as of late. We just got our electric bill and it was a ridiculous amount that I will not post here because my mom would kill me and say it’s telling her personal business. Of course, she’d be right. We are most likely going to be moving. I am interested in a guy who most likely does not even care that I exist. Work is stressing me out. And, last but not least, me and the girl I called bestfriend, are actually no longer friends at all. All of this is very hard for me. Hey, what can I say? I’m not married yet and don’t have any kids. I heard in a lecture somewhere once, that the Quran is like a letter to us from God. This is true. Because when we pray for guidance, when we send our prayers up, all we really have to do is read the Quran and we are sure to find something in there related to what we need. One of my favorite Surahs is Surat Ash-Sharh. The verses go like this: 1) Have We not opened your chest for you (O Muhammad)? 2) And removed from you your burden. 3) Which weighed down your back? 4) And have We not raised high your fame? 5) Verily, along with every hardship there is ease. 6) Verily, along with every hardship there is ease. 7) So when you have finished, devote yourself to Allah’s worship. 8) And to your Lord turn all intentions and hopes. Now, my favorite ayats are 5 and 6. And I read this Surah whenever I am going through a hardship. Whatever the hardship might be. It helps to remind me that it WILL be okay. Because Allah says it will. It reminds me that it doesn’t matter WHEN it’ll be okay, but that it is guaranteed that it will be. And that manages to be enough for me. Also, in the Tafseer (the explanation) of this Surah, the scholars say that because it says that after every hardship there is an ease twice, it means that for every one hardship, there are two eases. So no hardship can overcome two eases. And this comforts me whenever I need it. A personal experience of the Quran acting as sort of guide book. I am very thankful that I have it in my life.
Cheers!
Cleo x
March 27, 2012
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Great Week
So far this week has been exceptionally great. :) Even though me and the best friend are still not actually talking for whatever reason she has, it’s been great. My horrible student’s mom had a baby so he is not supposed to be coming all this week. We are experiencing the ecstasy of a perfectly disruption-free classroom. It’s awesomesauce. Also, even though I am still trying to break the habit, the Crush is also making this a great week. He’s been wearing my favorite color and he’s just been EVERYWHERE. Even though I’m fighting it, I will not lie and say that it’s not totally amazing to not be able to get him out of my sight. But I swear for the past two days, nearly every time I leave my classroom he is outside where I can see him. Today was the best. I saw him eight times. And the last time, he walked RIGHT past me in the hall and then he wasn’t walking very fast and I didn’t want to pass him so it was like I was following him. His friends yelled something at him and he was laughing and he turned around so suddenly I almost tripped, almost yelled, and almost had a heart attack. We actually made eye contact. It was horrifyingly perfect. I quickly looked up, down, sideways, and AWAY and power walked as fast as I could past. And then I almost tripped over my sister’s bag that she had left in the middle of the courtyard. Then he led the salah and I could clearly see him from where I was sitting. My mom swears that he’s noticed that I watch him sometimes and she says he shows out. I think this is ludicrousness and total hilarity. He DOES come to my gate on Tuedays, however. He also sometimes speaks in a VERY loud voice and he smiles a lot. She might be right, but I refuse to believe. Aaaaand, this whole post has accidentally been completely dedicated to him, the nuisance. I’m now going to do some math homework.
Cheerio!
Cleo♥Calypso
March 14, 2012
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My notes are awesome. Too bad I’m never going to read them again. :o
March 13, 2012
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The Day of Your(muslim) Wedding
- Bride: OMG why is that centrepiece tilted 0.000004% the wrong way
- Bride: I hope they didn't mess up the food
- Bride: OMG LOOK AT MUMMA AND PUPPA OMG DON'T CRY
- Bride: OMG she's trying to out dress me on MY WEDDING what the Jahannam
- Bride: I didn't even invite you
- Bride: Hate that aunty
- Bride: i can't even eat this crap what the hell my stomach hurts ugh i bet i look ugly in all these pictures
- Bride: Why is he looking at her?! I'm the wife HELLO
- Bride: omg there were supposed to be 256 flowers on the cake but i only counted 255
- Bride: i need some tylenol. and a bed.
- Groom: Gonna get laid tonight, Alhamdulillah
- This just made my life.
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This Hadith is so beautiful that it put tears to my eyes.
The Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said:
“I wish that I could meet my brothers.” The Sahaabah asked: “Aren’t we your brothers?” He replied: “You are my Companions, but my brothers are those who will believe in me without having seen me.”
- Sahih Al-Jaami #7108.I love this sooo much. SubhanAllah.
Masha’Allah, this is beautiful. May Allah make us of the people he mentioned.
(Source: nourae2705, via irreplaceableoldfriend)
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Can I OWN these???
(Source: jadoreprettythings, via bollywoodbollywood)
March 12, 2012
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Announcements
I don’t think I mentioned that I got a BlackBerry last month, did I?? Well I did. And it’s white and it’s awesome. I have BBM and I lost the little bit of life that I may have possibly had. My mom says it looks like there’s something wrong with me because I always have my nose either in a book or in my phone. I tell her that I’m communicating and she laughs.
ALSO, this Friday, I got my hair done. It was a purely therapeutic thing for me. Also a sort of celebration/rebellion sort of thing. Like I said, therapy. I got it streaked….Red. As in, scarlet, bloody, brilliant red. Something like this, but with infinitely more red:
And this is NOT me. I’m a black girl. And I wouldn’t show you my hair anyways. So there. Anyways, I love it a lot. Although some people say that I look like I put fake hair in…Even though it’s still short. :D
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Resisting the Urge…
To harm little, snot-nosed, spoiled brats is a darned hard thing to do. Especially when they are not only horrible children, but they are stupid and rude. I have one such kid for a student. And everyone hates his very guts. Every teacher and classmate and even the headmistress. He’s just gross. Yesterday, I finally had enough of his BS and I went to the headmistress about him. He had hit one of the little girls in the face with a balloon and when she told on him, he pushed her and then grabbed her by the shirt and shook her. Needless to say, Boss Lady was P-i-s-s-e-d. She shouted at him, told the little girl to hit him back, and then yelled some more saying that if he hits anyone else, she was letting them hit him back and then SHE was going to hit him. Today, however, he was in rare form. Like, REALLY showing his behind. I wanted to slap him so many times today if Child Protective Services could hear my thoughts they’d have a helicopter en route immediately to save his sorry hide. First, he purposely disrupts the class by yelling wordlessly while the class teacher is explaining the lesson, then he refuses to do his classwork making me have to sit in front of him and nod off from the pure burn up of energy caused by being furious with him, then….Oh my God, Then. When we told the children to clean the class before lunch, he decided that naaah, he wasn’t going to do that stuff, and ran around playing with a pencil. Then he goes up to a little girl minding her own business and bursts her balloon (which is the extremely tough kind because it’s like a bouncy ball with a rubber band to bounce it with) by popping it with the pencil. She went into hysterics, he stood their grinning like the bloody idiot he is. The class teacher had a fit and sent me to the headmistress. The headmistress called for him and the little girl. Yelled at him for doing it while he stood their with his blank idiot face on, and told him that I would be writing to his mom to send the girl a new balloon tomorrow. Then she took his bookbag and kept it in the office. During that whole 45 minute session, he hung off the door knob, wailing and screaming his head off. Everytime of the children needed to go to the bathroom, we had to pry him off the door and then hold him back. Then he refused to do his classwork again. After that, they had character building and the teacher was complaining to the headmistress, who had came in right behind us as we returned to class for our last English session, that he kept saying very bad words all throughout the class. The headmistress announced that she was going to get the hot sauce that she used for little children when they said bad things to burn his tongue. She left for twenty whole minutes. Boy, did he scream. When she came back, I had to quickly take the other children out of the class because they were just way to interested. But it was rather hilarious to me, the way he screamed and cried like he thought it’d help. I do NOT like kids who are spoiled, who think they can do what they want, and are unforgivably stupid and rude. If you don’t like that, well….
Bite me.
Cleo♥Calypso
February 25, 2012
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Asthmatic Fun Day….
Today we went to an aqeeqah (party for newly born babies) for a friend of my mom’s. The bestfriend was there of course, cause we hardly go anywhere without the other. We had a good time and ate delicious food. But first, we went to the mall to buy chips and soda (not for everyone) from Metro. When we got there we began by accosting the sweets counter where they had cheesecake and other goodies, because we are such unbelievable fat pigs, without the fat, thank God. We didn’t buy anything but we definitely oohed and aahed and drooled a little, much to the amusement of the store dudes. Then we went and got in line to pay for our stuff. This woman decides to cut us and we are sooo mad. Then. Omg, THEN, her son came. And we were just like O_O O.O O○O . He. Was. GORGEOUS. We were both (at the same time, naturally, cuz we’re freaks) like, “Oh you can cut us ANYTIME.” But he was, masha’Allah, in.cre.di.ble. I won’t mention EVERYTHING we said because we’re horribly perverted (that’s not a good thing, I know. but it’s the truth, unfortunately). Bestie DID manage to mention (very loudly) about how single we both are. Anyways, we were talking about our pig-ness (because we had so much junk food) and the guy behind us (not the hot guy) spoke English and was laughing at us. Embarrassing. Now. The bestfriend has this horrible habit of biting of store dudes’ heads when she thinks they’re wrong. So, we go upstairs to a little kiosk store to buy cheaper chocolate and she asks the guy how much it is. He tells her four egp and she goes “FOUR?! THIS is FOUR pounds?!” And he, poor man, jumps and then nods his head, looking at her like what the hell woman?? and she is just like NO. THIS IS NOT FOUR POUNDS!!! IT’S TWO AND A HALF! And he’s like, uhm, no. THIS one (a smaller bar) is two and half. THAT one is four. And she insists one more time before turning to me and saying “OMG….He’s riiight!” And I just bowed my head and moaned about not being able to take her anywhere. Then she asks the guy about the bag of chips she also wants and he’s like…Erm…Four… and she shouts out WHAT??? I burst out laughing so he did too and she’s just fuming and muttering about stupid store dudes who make their prices so bloody high. Then she couldn’t find her wallet. It was hilarious. After the party, our moms let us hang out on the condition that we went to a little amusement park to pick up her bros first. At the park was a little museum of reptiles (live ones) that the bestfriend desperately wanted to go in. She begged her brother to pay for her but he refused to pay for me too even though we promised to pay him back. The guys who worked there were peeeeervs. Well, one was, anyway. The bestfriend said out loud that she loved snakes and the guy was like YOU LOVE SNAKES??? And he bought one over so she could pet it (this is before she paid to go in). Her and her sister petted in and then another guy (cuter and less pervy than the worker guy) offered the beastie to me and I was like Oh HELL no, NO. I HATE snakes. Ewww. So he decided to be funny and mock jump at me. I didn’t jump or jerk because I have four brothers (and I grew up more around boys than girls) and they think they’re funny too. I just wanted to go in to hold the lizards. I love lizards. :) Anyways, we walked ALL over the place. And because I recently caught a cold and the seasons are changing so my allergies are acting out, my asthma decided to pay a visit. I could NOT catch my breath at ALL. I thought I was going to pass out and was huffing like the freight train I’m not. Oh. Nearly forgot. Me and the bestie both carry knives. We think knives are sexy. The sharper and more wicked the knife, the sexier. When we got on the bus to get to the amusement park, her and her sister managed to sit together, leaving me to sit behind them. A man across the way was staring at me HARD and I told the bestie. She got up and came and sat next to me and asked (really loudly) “What did you say? That man is staring at you??” And she looked over at him. Then she said “Oh yeahhh, I wanted to show you my knife!!” (still very loudly. also, I’ve seen the knife several times) She then takes the knife out of her bag, flips it open, and starts stroking the blade. And she’s like (still loud), “Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL? Omg, I just LOVE it. Don’t you?” And the guy’s eyes are just TOTALLY glued to the knife like, omg, what the hellll??? And then he turned and stared straight to the front. He didn’t look over again. We were laughing so hard I almost suffocated.
And that’s basically all for our wacky day.
Toodles!
Cleo♥Calypso
P.S We got followed around by a guy in a gray Camry. At least that’s what the bestfriend believes. :o Oops.
P.P.S An episode with MY knife happened in City Stars (a mall). You have to put your bags through the scanner and they saw something in mine. They didn’t know quite what it was but that it was wrong. So they went through my bag and found my knife. When the man took it out he just stared, like, HO.LY CRAP!!! And then he opened it and stared some more like, OMG, HOLY CRAAAP. And he didn’t know how to close it so he was holding it with the tips of his fingers and away from him. So I’m like, oh just give it to me! He actually gave it to me. Then when I was leaving and came to get it, a NEW guy found the box with my name on it and when he took out the black knife, he stared and then he whistled and looked at tiny little 4 foot ten and a half inch me and said something to the effect of it being sexy that I carry a knife. Woaaaah.
Kbye. Sorry for the long post. :D
- adventures
- Egypt
- me
- bestfriend
- food
- babies
- life
- fun
- hot guy
- knives
- reptiles
- rehab
- party
- asthma
- pervs
