To cut or not to cut?

I decided last week that I needed a hair cut. My front layers grew out and they needed fixing. So I told my mom my plan. She kept saying, “don’t cut it short!”

So I made an appointment yesterday for today. I was a bit excited and I was browsing all over the net for hair cuts that suit people with a round face like me. I was looking at it this morning too. My mom decided to sit on my bed and look at what I am doing. I said, “what about this cut with lots of layers? My hair is so damaged and a lot of it falls when I wash it and blow dry it.”

She angrily says, “your hair falls because you eat too much candy!”

I looked back at her ANGRILY and then SCREAMED.

“Mama!! That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Where in the world do you make up that nonsense from? It’s PURE nonsense.” (translate that to Arabic and sounds more vulgar and nasty).

She said, “how do you talk to your mother like that?”

I said, “whatever.. you make no sense at all.”

I ignored the situation and I was so mad that I wanted to do something drastic.

I went to the hair salon at the mall and the lady who did my hair was pure Latino. She kept saying, “aren’t you Latino?”

I said, “no, Arab.”

She said, “what does your name Mona mean?”

I paused thinking because no one ever asked me what my name meant because my name is the second most famous female name in the world.

I said, “aah.. you know the Mona Lisa?”

She said, “oh ok.. right right.. you are named after her?”

I said, “yaaah.. I guess so!”

She then asked, “what did you do for Christmas, aren’t you Catholic?”

I said, “no. Muslim.”

She said, “oh. I am Catholic. Didn’t anyone ever mistake you for a Latin girl?”

I said, “yes. All the time.”

While she was doing my hair, I came up with an idea. I said to the hair dresser, “make it short.”

She said, “1 inch. 2inch, layered a lot?” I said, “sure. To my shoulder with lots of layers!”

I have never ever in my life had my hair this short.

I go home. My dad sees me and says, “lovely and beautiful as always!”

I go to my mom. I said, “MAMA! Look at my hair!”

She went into a semi-heart attack mode. She said, “what did you do to your hair. IT IS SHORT!”

I said with a big FAT GRIN on my face, “yah.. I like it! Isn’t it nice??”

She said, “it is SHORT!”

Later in the afternoon, “she comes in my room and I am laying on my bed watching TV. She comes in and says in a sad tone, “Mona… why you cut your hair so short?”

I said, “MOM. IT IS JUST HAIR. It will grow!”

Later as I was going down the stairs, she sees me and says, “why so short? why? People grow out their hair and have beautiful long hair.”

I said, “I like my hair. It is nice and short!”

I finally got her back for saying my hair falls because I eat too much candy. I DON’T EAT TOO MUCH CANDY! I drink a lot of Coca Cola. Honestly, if someone can inject an ever lasting tube inside my veins with Cola Cola, I am all for it! I can live with out the fudge (God forbid), and the chocolate, but not the cola. I just caused a major catastrophe downstairs asking where the cola cans are! My brother said, “holy crap. Here is the box you addict!”

Anyways, I like my hair and I like drinking my Cola!

Funny, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!