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If the Rebellious Arab Girl ever has kids, she would raise them in one particular way. So what do you think it would be? Hmm.
I will tell you my answer tomorrow! 
Loading ...I had an itch last week that I had enough of this place. I think my brother, his wife and insane but cute daughter really put me on the edge.
I know that extending my vacation for an extra two weeks was a mistake. It cost me money, and sanity. I did it for my bratty sister, and to look for work. However, the economy, people’s attitude, companies that fear hiring people anymore and taking any chances, really is not helping my job search.
So, I gave up looking for work in this amazing city. I rather go back to Ontario, to my home, and to my house, and live in dignity. Yes, I mean it, my dignity.
Things I cannot stand
Sleeping on the couch is not so bad. Don’t get me wrong, I still do hate it with a passion, but it is not because it is a couch. Oh no! The placement of the couch is what annoys me. In reality, according to Arab culture, we are guests. I don’t care if it is my brother’s apartment, but we are guests living off a suitcase. I don’t need to stay awake and trying to sleep at 12:30 am or 1:00 am because the lights are on, the keyboard clicks won’t stop, and sometimes the talking won’t stop.
I understand that we all have the need to chat with our families back home, and the time difference of 10 hours is really annoying, but why do it all day long! Especially late AM!
Then you will ask me, “Mona, it is only 12:30 am or 1:00 am. You got nothing else to do?”
I agree, I got nothing to do. However, I am awaken every single day at 7 or 7:30 am by my niece. Even my sister cannot get much sleep and awaken extremely early by sudden head butting and jumps up and down on her stomach by a 2 year old.
Where’s the mom?
She is asleep till 11 or 11:30 am. If my brother does not come home for lunch, then she is asleep till 12:00 pm or later.
This morning, my sister complained that she suffered from constant hits and not able to sleep cause of my niece. His wife said, “This is her way of saying good bye. So you guys don’t have to remember her. ”
What the hell?
The stomach takes 4 – 5 hours to digest food
Last week, my brother didn’t come home for lunch because he had a lunch meeting. Fine, doesn’t matter. Well, his wife didn’t wake up till like 12:30 pm or was it 1? I cannot remember. Then, she didn’t make any food, and then she asked us if we were hungry or should wait till 5:00 pm till my brother came. I said, “I don’t think you should wait that long.” She said, “ok.”
3:00 pm came. 3:30 came and then she started preparing some food and left. My sister is still a growing teenage girl and I could see her restless, and kept going to the kitchen and back wondering what junk food she can grab to munch on. Then, my brother’s wife came and said, “you guys hungry?”
Then around 5:00 pm when my brother came, the food was done. Ok fine. I could have made anything for my sister to eat, but one thing I was raised to do is not touch anything that is not mine, because not everyone likes someone else touching anything. Also, my sister and I are really quiet and not demanding. So we just wait and not say anything cause we feel it is rude.
Religion is not parts, but a whole!
The one thing that I do not like is people lecturing me on religion. You can be as religious as you want, but you cannot convince me of many things that you cannot apply towards your life. The 5 pillars of Islam are one thing, but living life modestly and respectfully is another.
My brother’s wife does not wear Hijab (head cover) either. However, wearing tight clothes and showing off every part of your body is not COVERING! Why do people don’t get it?
Also, we don’t swear in our house or insult anyone. We are not allowed. I only swear on this blog because it is built up anger, and just thoughts in my head. However, I don’t use foul language or insult. So why does my brother’s wife do, and my brother picked it off of her? I keep telling my brother to friggen stop swearing. Not only that, he starts saying horrible things in the name of God against everyone! I am like what the hell?
His wife also has temper issues and she thinks she is tougher then my brother, and snaps at him all the time. She also has serious anger issues with my niece, and a lot of times does not even watch her. No wonder why the girl is uncontrollable. She rather spend her time on MSN or web camera all day, then bother raising a child! Then with simple things like change her diaper or feed her, she tells my brother to do it because she is busy chatting. 
She even leaves her diaper unchanged for hours, and does not bother!
And I get blamed if I fed my niece some candy cause she won’t stop crying?
I don’t get it… People, and I know her especially, look down upon me because they think I am the independent person who does not care about “culture” or “religion” as they think because I was the Arab Girl that was raised in North America. I don’t need to show every single religious and cultural tradition every single minute of my life. I have been living in North America since I was 11! I think I adapted by now, and I live life a lot more modestly and respectful then people that came here much older. I don’t want to appear as the odd one out, and think everyone and everything around me is satanic.
I can go on ranting, but there is more ranting soon after I leave this place. This was just part one! There are so many things, and reasons why I hate being here and don’t want to live here anymore.
Living with your parents is a lot better and respectful! I miss my mom and dad!
I always wondered if my readers consider themselves rebellious or not? Or, do they define rebellious in their own way, like me. My motto in life is to learn to change, but to keep the good values that I was raised with.
So how do you define your rebellion?
On a side note, I can’t wait to go back to London. Long story short, I will tell you guys on Saturday or so when I hopefully reach the province of Ontario very early that day. If you guys noticed, I have been blogging sporadically, and I don’t say a lot of things. Like my life has been having some gaps. Those gaps will all be RANTS soon! Stay tuned!
I don’t know if I am the only person that noticed this, but maybe I am just unlucky and end up with weirdos questioning me all the time.
So, why do cashiers comment on what I just bought?
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I am serious! Every time I am at the check out, and about to pay, some old woman or punk ass teenager comments on the items that I just purchased.
Who asked them?
One time, long ago, when I used to be on drugs and suffered from severe insomnia, I bought a pack of sleeping pills. Those over the counter ones that have an extra dose of drowsy goodness. Oh the good old days! Anyways, I was at the cashier wanting to pay, and this middle aged woman looked at the box, and started lecturing me.
I am not joking!
She told me that those are not good for me, and maybe they won’t work, blah blah. Then all of a sudden, she changed her mind and said, “well, my daughter just left to University, and I have hard time sleeping as well. Maybe it might help me.”
Can we say, moody?
So, yesterday, we went to a boat tour on the lake. Before then, we decided to grab some munchies from the drug store near by, and save some cash from ridiculous on boat prices. So, I had a chocolate craving, and bought a couple of boxes of Maltesers for everyone. (Those are addictive!)
I went to the cashier to pay. The cashier was a punk ass teenage tiny girl. She looked at the boxes, and swiped them, then said in a very sarcastic tone, “Chocolate craving eh?”
In my head, I automatically said one thing, “Bitch!”
I didn’t reply to her and just gave an unsatisfied smirk, paid and left. At least I am not a drug addict at age 16 with bad attitude!
Have you ever had an experience like this with cashier’s un-welcomed or unnecessary comments?
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Oh my God! I can’t wait to go home!
I am bored to death now from being here. I guess I over extended my vacation, and that’s it, I had enough. I want to go back to my house! To my room. To my blog office! I miss my OFFICE! I want to go back and do some work! I cannot for the life of me create a website properly here with this tiny screen. I also miss my turtle Squibby. 
I miss my office. I wonder how many updates I have to do on my computer!
You know what else I miss the most? SLEEPING ON A REAL BED! I am tired of sleeping on this couch and being awaken by a little rug rat at 7:30 am!!!
AHHHH!!!
Also, I got so many people sending me links to very interesting articles on the internet, and want me to comment about the subject or give my take on them. Oh my! I will try to soon!
I just can’t wait to go back home next Friday, and go back to my total un-satisfaction of my Arab life and my nagging but lovely mother. Oh I miss my mother! She is the reason my blog is popular! I miss MOMMY!
Yesterday, my mother was talking about some people who got engaged or married, blah blah on the phone with me, then she said, “A girl or guy should go find their other half. No one should intervene. It takes a lot of wit and savvy maneuvers to do so. Not like you MONA!”
Do you guys want to know what my reaction was, or do you guys wish I was in front of her face to face when she said that instead? It would have definitely been a huge scene!
Who ever wants to get married in this day and age, in this horrible economy to a generation X-er who doesn’t know what she wants from life except to be left alone to figure things out, then drop me a line. I will introduce you to my mother. She will change your mind right away! 
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