Hijab....Whojab??

Ha Ha Ha. I know what you're expecting. Another " Girls wear their hijabs too pretty and they defeat the purpose of hijab and they should wear plain black/white ones" post.
Uh, no.

I'm tired of those pseudo-extremist Muslim women running around Youtube, Facebook, etc. posting pictures of Muslim sisters in pink hijabs with dangling earrings saying that we look too attractive or sexy in our oh so seductive pink scarves wrapped around our heads. According to these oh so fair women, we lure men in with our sparkly pieces of cloth covering our hair and should be punished for it.

As an admirerer of taking something religiously beautiful and transforming it into something fashionably beautiful as long as it follows the basic guidelines of the faith, I think they're just suppressing tribal/cultural pressure to follow extreme versions of a beautiful way of life that should be taken in moderation, just as our beloved Prophet (peace be upon his soul) said.
But as for piling a 5 foot mountain of God knows what under a scarf ontop of your head, thats probably going too far. Rules are rules for a reason and that particular reason is that the whole point of hijab is to cover what men find attractive, and to draw negative attention away from yourself.

If you think people staring at the camel hump upon your noggin is positive, then please get help.

But I'm not here to bash you. You wanted to look funny, not me.
I'll save that for another post.
But this one is about the hijabis that think that adding a personal touch to your modest attire is haraam/bad/attractive/terrible. I mean, be happy these girls even wear hijab. Not many girls wear it nowadays.
The only problem with taking hijab and making it your own is that many Muslimahs wear, yes, a headscarf, but accompany that lovely thing with skin tight tops, painted-on skinny jeans, and four inch heels.
Those are usually the girls that wear it due to Arab culture, family pressures, etc. Girls who don't know why they wear it. How will it protect you when your ta-tas are hanging out of your shirt? How will it spark positive curiosity in potential Muslims when your buttcrack is waving at the world behind you?
All the power to the women who wear it with righteous intention, but please, you have common sense!

Mama...I Married a White Boy.

HELLO AGAIN.

So its been forever since I've been back on here. Months.
But...I had my wedding on November 28, 2010. :)

And no, I am not married to my dad's cousin. Or my mom's.
Or my cousin's second cousin's older brother, either.

I am married to a Canadian revert to Islam named Isa Abdullah, who used to be known as Shawn Mehlenbacher before he made the life illuminating decision to become Muslim six years ago. We were engaged since July, and married, as aforementioned, in November of last year.
Yes, we had our haters and disagreers. Yes, he was questioned, tested, and eyeballed.
And yes, we asked God for guidance and help and we made it through.

Yes I am Palestinian and Muslim. No I didn`t elope with him.
I grow sick and tired of the closeminded, biased people that practice evil things like tribalism and racism. People that will only marry their daughters to relatives or men from their small village, but act almost proud that their sons are dating American girls and having children out of wedlock. I can`t imagine being so unfair to my children.
Im not saying ``Ohh, run around rebelling, marry outsiders, etc.``

But my friends, dont be afraid to do the right thing if you know its good for you.
I`m an open minded person, praise God. And thankfully, so is my close family.

And haters only wish they had what you had.

So just giving you a piece of the hummus sandwich that represents my life.
Enjoy. :)

Your expectations are too high.

Hello. This is my first blog. Dont hate.

Mmmm, being an Arab girl. Most of the time we're expected to be the perfect little epitomy of a trained housewife. We should master cooking, cleaning, taking care of babies, serving tea, and acting like 19th century brides before the age of 15. We should sit with the women, keep our heads down, and sip our Arabic coffee with an invisible sign over our heads that screams, "Propose to me!"

Chyeahh....Not for me. Sorry Arab aunties, you wont find her here. :)