Life on the other side. Egypt. Where it all happened and is STILL happening. :)
November 24, 2012
I am moving this blog to, or rather joining it with, my other blog alterperschophere.tumblr.com because I am sick of having two blogs and also, .Perspective. is basically me talking about my life and stuff anyway. And it’s prettier, with a better name. So, if you want, follow that one and see ya there!!
October 28, 2012
It’s been 4 months since I posted anything or maybe longer, I don’t even know. I don’t have internet in my apartment and can’t post from my BlackBerry. So I will TRY to summarize everything up to today. And let me tell you, a LOT has happened. Soooo, according to whatever I posted last, I think I’s just gotten engaged. I am now fully married and gasp gasp gasp, 14 and a half weeks pregnant! That would be 3 months and nearly 2 weeks pregnant. Have fun with your judging party if that’s what you want to do. I don’t care even a little bit. :D I’m happy and you suck. First things first. I don’t know if I mentioned that I had an engagement party and then a henna tattoo party that lasted until the next day. I had my wedding on Tuesday May 28th, 2012. It was awesome. My sister says it was the best wedding she ever went to. Of course, she’s also prejudiced. I wore a blue and white sparkly ball gown with petticoats and all, makeup, and a sort of updo (how do you do an updo on short hair, you ask? You make it all stick to your head, I answer. With gel.) My theme was blue, turquoise, white and silver. Everything was gorgeous. True to form, I was not nervous until I passed the men and stepped through the door to the women’s section of the conference hall where the wedding was held. Then I tripped, was caught by my friend, and was shaking so hard I was nearly seizing. I was led back to a little balcony off the hall where I was petted and calmed and had makeup put on my person. Then I was led out to the sound of the Arab wedding call, nasheeds, and confetti being deliberately thrown down my bodice. Pictures were taken, congratulations were given, and I was complimented and advised to within an inch of my life. Then the duff (the Islamic version of the drum) was played and we danced and my Arab friends did the call thing, and we made a dance train. Then we ate little finger foods my mother and friends made. I was made to sit and not allowed to do anything. Then my mom had to read a poem because I made a bet with her that if I danced in front of everyone, she would write and read one. Everyone cried and it was awkward. Then the Imam, a friend of my stepfather’s, gave a talk that the women couldn’t here and I guess he asked my husband some stuff and had him sign the contract, which was then sent in to me, and then all of a sudden it was done and I was married! My husband whisked me off in a taxi and we drove to the top of a mountain where we could see the entire city and he made the driver get out and we sat in the car and played 20 Questions. I felt very comfortable with him and it was very nice. Around 1 AM he went back to the village he lived in at the time so he could finish moving our things, after dropping me off home and about a week later we, my mother and family all, moved to Alexandria where I went to live with my husband. I’ve been going to Arabic classes and I really like my life, my routine. I don’t like Egypt, but alhamdulillah I get to learn Arabic better than I ever did before. My mom says I’m grown because I am finally married and I have my first baby on the way lolol. Make dua for me and my family.
P.S We are having barbeque lamb today!
April 21, 2012
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!!
April 3, 2012
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.
March 27, 2012
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.
March 14, 2012
March 13, 2012
- 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.
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.
March 12, 2012
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