Born in the Middle East, live in Canada, origins from Pakistan/India. Many things fascinate me. Sometimes I post those things on here, most of the time, I don't.
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ticking clocks
almost broke my own heart ….but I guess a repair man came by woop woop
lots of heart breaking this week I guess.
prayer time
lol I had to
HAHAHAHA prayer time omg :’D
this actually made me laugh out loud. Once, because it was funny and then because it was genius.
“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me.” -Dr.Seuss
I’d Like to Live Upside Down
I’d like to walk in the sky, twenty steps at least,
before I plunge into an ocean of sparkling stars and swim.
I’d like the moon to give me warmth, let it heat up the night,
and let the solar wind make me shiver in daylight.
I’d like to see orange, magenta and yellow when I close my eyes,
and speak words with my fingertips, instead of my mouth.
I’d like to see the contour of an expressive face with my soul,
and show my thoughts through a window to my mind.
I’d like to live upside down for a while, I think it would be nice,
a change in perspective, may make an idle fellow like me think twice.
Anonymous asked: Basically you're saying that all Muslims judge others on their beliefs, activities, are close minded, restrictive etc. And you're also trying to say that you are a more 'relaxed Muslim.' FYI I pray 5 times a day, I wear the hijab and jilbab and I am none of those things that I put above. And for the record, when is praying 5 times a day 'bad'? You're seriously trying to impress people rather than God? Get a clue, he created you.
umm wow
I am saying the exact opposite of what you think I am saying. Praying five times a day is great, but assuming I do and asking me about it is something people do often, or assuming I judge, or assuming I’m closed minded. that’s all
Assuming it was on safe mode I restarted my computer four times, only to realize I needed to change the resolution. Sucks to be computer stupid.
Being a Muslim girl doesn’t mean that….
…I have clear understanding and opinion about the hijab
…I can tell you random differences and similarities between your (Christian/Jewish) faith and mine
…I am the closed minded one
…I judge people based on their sexuality, their activities, their beliefs
…I am a “good girl”
…my parents are strict
…I pray five times a day
…I eat a restrictive diet
…I hate all those rules
…if I wasn’t a Muslim I would be completely different
This Gif makes me remember that giddy feeling that fireworks incite. That feeling when you impatiently wait for the next big boom and the shower of colours of over head. No matter how little or how big, fireworks never disappoint. Can’t wait ‘til Victoria day and Canada day.
I didn’t even notice the couple the first time.
(via princesszanz)
You can’t make this shit up…
So my mom got a call from a prospective suitor a little while back that she just remembered to tell me about. She was apparently speaking to a neurosurgeon from India, who is living in Australia at the moment. What you are about to read is some awesomely mind boggling bullshit that I can’t believe actually went down…
Boy: So before we start, I just want to know, since your daughter was born and raised in the US, will she be able to adjust with a person from India?
Mom: My daughter isn’t superficial. National boundaries don’t mean anything to her, as long as she finds compatibility with a person.
Boy: You’re saying that as a mom, but I will have to ask her myself.
Mom: Okay?
Boy: Also, do you own or rent your home?
Mom:I’m sorry? How is that relevant?
Boy: I’m trying to figure out if you’re dependent on anyone’s income.
Mom: Oh… I own, if you must know.
Boy: Okay, and how often do you visit India?
Mom: Why?
Boy: Well, depending on your answer, I can determine if you’re well settled or not.
Mom: ….. Interesting….
Boy: Well?
Mom: Okay… you know what…before we continue, let me ask you a few questions.
Boy: Sure.
Mom: What kind of girl are you looking for?
Boy: Well, I’m very picky. I want someone who is 5’6, extremely fair, slim and extremely beautiful. If she doesn’t meet these things, it won’t work.
Mom: Well, Thank Allah, my daughter only meets one of your criteria, so I suppose we should end this call.
Boy: I don’t understand
Mom: You see, my daughter is not 5’6”, she is not extremely fair, she has a honey complexion, and she is curvy. The only thing that meet’s your requirements is that she is extremely beautiful, inside and out.
Boy: I see, well, why don’t you do one thing? Send me her picture. You never know, I might like her and I could be your future son-in-law.
Mom: Oh, beta, I have no doubt that you will like my daughter, it’s pretty impossible not to.The question is, will she be able to bring herself to like you?
Boy: I’m sorry?
Mom: Don’t apologize, you’re just very unfortunate. During the entire span of this phonecall, you’ve revealed your ill manners, your materialistic tendencies, your nosiness, your arrogance, and your superficiality. Even if by some miracle, my daughter did happen to agree to like you, I wouldn’t let her make that mistake in her life.
Boy: Oh…
Mom: Yeah, so goodbye, have a nice day… If you’ll allow yourself to.
YESS!!! every mother should be like this
sooo
For the first time in my life, Dad and I had a heart to heart when he was here. He reminded me of how smart I used to be and that I should forget this non-profit work and go back to school and try for something I was born to be doing, Medical School. One month after his visit, I realize I’ve just got myself on the same self destructive path I was on a few years ago when I didn’t know what I wanted to do, where I’d end up and when I will get there. I feel just as confused as was in my third year of University, except now i’m much older and there isn’t much room to mess up.
