I am one of those people who do not use Facebook personally. I only use it for this blog, but my real account, with real people I know and relatives, I deactivated. So my involvement with that part of my world is non-existent because I don’t want to bother with them in this stage of my life. However, some news of some people related to me is not something I wanted to hear at all.

My brother said, “You know our so and so cousins in the US are no longer Muslim? They are Christian now and that’s the religion they have on their Facebook.”

I shockingly said, “You are kidden me right?”

My brother said, “I suspect they eat pork now too, and that’s not including the drinking. I think I glimpsed them doing so in a picture on their Facebook albums.”

I said, “Well, we lived with them and know how they were raised. That’s what happens when you are raised wrong and your step-mom is American and didn’t care to convert. Also they don’t know a word of Arabic. But changed their religion? Seriously?”

My brother said, “Yep, can you imagine how the family would feel if they found out, especially Grandma in Beirut?”

I said, “I am not saying anything. It is sad. Very sad and such a shame to the family.”

Blah Blah, Confused, Culture, Depressed, Idiots, Religion, They said what?, Whatever!

One thing that amazes me with married life is the two opposing sides that are forced into the deal. I am serious. Two families are forced into this proposal, and not two people. With us Arabs, and the rest of the middle eastern family oriented countries, you don’t marry to just be with someone you love and procreate. No. No. The entire family is swept into the deal, and their say of the outcome of the entire wedding and married life involves them more then the two lovebirds.

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What amazes me with Arabs though, that the mothers are directly involved like they are the ones getting married. I heard many horrible stories of mother-in-laws to-be canceling weddings, because of their battle with the other mother, or over stupid material things.

Why the fight?

You would think that two people would cancel the wedding because of various differences, but why do mothers have the final say to cancel the two lovebird’s wedding?

I heard a few stories, and the final result was a devastated girl that refuses to love or marry anyone ever again.

One fight I heard of was a wedding that was canceled because the mother of the bride didn’t want her daughter to pay for half the furniture for the new home. So the mom canceled the wedding.

What kind of mom is that? Ruining her daughter’s happiness because of something the bride wanted to do for her future home?

Another story of a bride who was half way through her wedding reception, got off her chair and walked out in front of everyone. The people were dancing, having a kick ass time, and the bride just walked out after arguing with her mother-in-law during the wedding reception! What kind of wedding night is that?

Yesterday afternoon, my Arab Reuters beloved mother told us of a wedding that is planned for today (Saturday), and was almost canceled. Why? The two mothers fought, and the mother of the groom wanted to cancel the wedding. The father of the groom said no because the invitation cards were already distributed, and people from all over are coming, etc. Why did they fight I wonder?

On speaker phone with mother

Mom excitedly said, “Oh my God, so and so almost canceled the wedding that will take place tomorrow.”

I said, “Why?”

Mom said, “I didn’t hear the entire details, but it was the mother of the groom’s fault.”

My brother said, “Who’s wedding is this?”

I told him who it was, and he gave a disgusting look and screamed, “OOOH! HIM and THAT little bitch!” Then my brother whispered, “that drunken bitch who spends her time in night clubs getting wasted with more trash like her and who knows how many guys she slept with, and that little guy who thinks he is all that?”

I said, “AHA! Yah!! Remember them from University? It’s funny that those people get married first! Trash find each other quickly eh? I think they smell each other a mile away!”

Mom on the line heard half the conversation and said, “why, what is wrong with her and him?”

I said, “I told you mom! There are good Arabs, and the tip of the mountain of garbage Arabs. No wonder the wedding was almost canceled.”

Mom said, “But her dad is a doctor, and they are a big family.”

I said, “So what? What does education have to do with being trash?”

My brother jumped in, “Ewwww. I hate those people. I hope they did cancel the wedding.”

I said, “Mom, go ask people you know about the details of the fight. We would like to know.”

My brother said, “Yaaaah. Stupid trash people! Why they didn’t cancel and save humanity from more trash?”

I laughed so loud. Weddings and moms. Classic tales.

However, nothing beats my story of not being wanted by them mothers because of my skin color. Ah, I wonder what God feels like doing to them because of Arab backwards mentality. Oh Oh!! I know what!

I know this one Arabic chick, who got married before she was 20 because the mother of the guy thought she was so pretty, has very light hazel-green eyes, very white, petite and skinny. Guess how the kids ended up looking? Can we say that genetics play a big role in being tan and brown eyed? How about looking more like the dad than the pretty mom?

You guys don’t understand how happy I am being single and not have to deal with married life, as I am witnessing it now with my brother and his wife, and having a little girl. My God! I have zero patience for all that. I am happy being free to do what I like with no responsibilities. I am like a bird flying around doing nothing but looking down at things. It’s more relaxing. Believe me!

Blah Blah, Confused, Culture, Funny, Idiots, Random Thoughts, They said what?, Whatever!

Today, I have been stuck indoors all day. Although I wanted to go for a long walk to downtown and just sit on the beach, but I don’t know why I was so unmotivated to do so. I think my sister ruined my mood by her constant mockery of my verbal Arabic communication skills.

I cannot speak Arabic well 100% of the time. If I lived in a secluded area with no Arabs, and no Arabic TV or anything, then my communication skills in that language would have depleted completely by now. I cannot help it, but that’s reality, and this is my life.

A lot of people from my blog ask me if I do know Arabic, and some are surprised that I do. It is just not something I communicate with often, because I do not talk to many Arabs much. Once I do, I get pointed out and ridiculed. Like this morning, my awful brat of a sister while talking to my mom on the phone, decided that it was fun to start mocking Mona. My mom knows that our Arabic is bad, but no reason for that brat to make fun of me while I talk. I screamed so loud at her, and mom on the other line demanded to speak to my sister to stop it. Her Arabic is worse, but she just has to point out my problems so she has something to laugh at all day.

Later in the day, the fighting escalated, and I had to shut her up by telling her that I am sick and tired of her attitude towards me. I am almost twice her age! She is almost 14 and I am 28! That’s a big gap, but she treats me like she is my mother. She speaks like her, and treats me like I am younger then her. The girl needs to be slapped silly like no tomorrow. I am glad that mom is far away for a bit so I can teach that brat a lesson to respect those that are older than her!

Now, for the sucky realization. I just realized today that the fictional story that I have been writing is on my dead old laptop. Argh! Now, I either have to remember what I wrote, or make up a new story or similar story. Anyways, I got more contract web programming work also to deal with, and I don’t know if I have time to write. Although I would have preferred to write all day, but I can’t in this small place with my 2 year old niece and that brat of a sister!

Angry, Blah Blah, Confused, Random Thoughts, They said what?, Whatever!

This morning, I received a kick ass new tune from DJ Hecktic or Brian. He always surprises me with the amazing middle eastern beats that he comes up with and dedicates to me. He emailed me this morning and wrote,

… I was watching Persepolis and it made me think of you…great movie..I always love it when she says she wants to be like the last prophet and stuff…totally a rip off of Mona that we all know and love…a true woman leader. What would you do if you did lead the world???

The tune is called Persian Charmer

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Culture, Happy, My taste of Music, Thank you, They said what?, Whatever!

So if anyone asks me right now what do I miss the most from London, Ontario, I would say, “Only mommy and daddy, and no one or anything else!”

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Mom and dad call like 2 or 3 times a day, because they are bored and miss our noise. Here, my brother keeps screaming at us for arguing so much. He keeps saying, “Why did I ask you two to come here? And for a month!!”

However, I am having a kick ass time, and I am so enjoying the time being here. I sleep on the couch, and I wake up and go to sleep looking at the mountains. We just drive for two minutes, and we see the blue beautiful lake. Nature here is beautiful, the air is cleaner, and the people are crazier and friendlier.

When my mom calls, first thing she asks, “Did you miss me Mona?” I have to tell the truth and say yes, or I will be doomed for eternity. Also, the nagging sister that gets excited and acts like a 5 year old seeing candy when the phone rings would start word vomiting everything that she hears or sees. My sister is so attached to mom, that she is not her self here. She doesn’t have anyone to go complain to and whisper in her ear that Mona is bad, and said stupid things.

I say stupid things all the time because I don’t care what I say. Who will judge me? A little brat?

Anyways, I miss my mommy after 7 days of not seeing her, but I don’t miss her nagging and telling me stupid stories about other Arabs. She tries on the phone to tell me stories, but I cut her off and say, “Ah, you want to talk to the little brat?”

The only thing I am not looking forward to is mom nagging me that I am tanner now. The sun here is really making me way darker. It maybe a good thing, but my skin is also peeling off from the dryness. I have to force my self to get used to it and start using creams. I almost brought everything in my room with me, but no creams. Can we say that I am a bit, ah, forgetful?

Blah Blah, Culture, Funny, Random Thoughts, Ranting as usual!, They said what?