I love, double love, triple love, quadruple love getting emails from people, especially ones commenting on each of my posts saying, “You are not rebellious!”
Some of you really love to put that sour icing on that moldy cake!
What did you expect? A blog about some badly raised, unethical, backstabbing, two faced, living a double life Arab girl? Sorry, I suggest you guys unsubscribe from my email newsletters and RSS if you were “thinking” that. I can’t offer that. I am a lazy girl, and I can’t bring my self to act with such fakeness.
I am not rebelling against culture, or made this blog as a secret diary. I could care less most of the time who reads it or it is up to standards to the rest of the world. I am not writing to satisfy anyone. I am writing for anyone who wants to read what I have to say. That’s all!
Objects in the Mirror are Farther than they Appear
If I describe to you how bad some Arab girls I knew in the past are, you would think I am lying. I knew girls that slept with more guys in a month than people in the Western world did in their lifetime. I think Sex in the City is a joke to them when they watch it.
I am not like that. I was not affected by the people around me. This Western life did not even rub its effects on me, and I have no reason to defy the way I was raised. I choose my own path in life. I even confronted some of those girls and told them, “Aren’t you afraid of diseases?” But obviously, they don’t care or ever think about it because their parents don’t know or even bother to discuss such issues. They assume they don’t need to or ever need to.
It’s a scary world out there, and so many Arabs, especially girls, have this perfectly innocent façade that they portray to the world. Some had abortions, some have diseases now, and some even ran away from their current life thinking their Arab traditional families won’t haunt them anymore.
I think some of you guys need to wake up and stop emailing me your crappy excuses. I am not what you excepted, and I will never be. And I am quite satisfied with being 29, single, and not having a possessive demanding fakely traditional Arab man in my life.
Oh, and if someone asks me why wouldn’t I go for a non-Arab one more time, than I will go to your house, smash down the front door with my long ancient Arab battle sword, and make you fall on your knees and say, “MONA!!! I WON’T GO ON YOUR BLOG SAYING SUCH A THING EVER AGAIN!”
I got a car and I will drive to your house anywhere in North America and demand a 3 course dinner! But if you live in South America, I demand hot Latino guys waiting for me to stare at as a compensation! 
