And I gathered my people and we marched with our heads high to boycott Valentines Day again like we do every year.

The tradition is still alive and will continue forever and ever.

Don’t you love me for that?

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I know you all think that my life can’t get any weirder than it is, and believe me, I can’t believe it my self. How much crap can a person go through in one morning? Ask me, I can give you plenty of examples!

I had an appointment this morning to go to get my hair done. I wanted to highlight it and trim the ends. Now I am blond.. Hey mom! You happy now! Anyways, my appointment was at 9 am, and so I tagged along with my sister, so dad can drop her off at her school and then me at the mall. Well, then things got a little interesting after that. My dad was in the parking lot, waiting to turn, and a lot of cars were in the way, and then one nice lady stopped and pointed for us to turn. When my dad was about to turn, he barely put his foot on the gas, and a stroller tapped the side of the car. The lady freaked out! And then.. it got interesting.

My dad freaked out, stopped and got out of the car. The lady was in shock, and my dad said, “is the baby fine? I am sorry, I didn’t see, my apologies.. everything ok.” Then the lady was looking and it seemed everything is fine. Another lady came by with her cell phone and typed down dad’s license plate number. I was like what the hell. My dad looked at the lady and said, “I am solving this. Everything is fine.”

My dad went back into the car, and wanted to leave. But he couldn’t. The mom and that lady stood in front of the car and wouldn’t move. My dad got mad and wondered what the hell was the problem. I got out, and talked to the mom, and said, “is everything fine?” I looked at the stroller and there was no scratch at all. I told her, “there is nothing. Are you planning to take your baby to the hospital now? I don’t get it. Do you want our address and phone number? Take it.” The mom was shocked when I said you wanted to take your baby to the hospital. Not a reaction she expected from me. So the other stupid lady came back again and said, “yes yes, I will write down your number.” I said, “fine. Here. And this is my name.”

My dad was so pissed off, he got out of the car, and since we all know he is an Arab, he SPEAKS LOUD! He said, “what now? Why you people acting like Americans? You are Canadians! Don’t act like Americans!” I thought to my self, oh God! I knew why my dad said that. He thought they were going to make up some stupid story like some people did to us in the states, and go to the doctor and try to get medical reports to get as much money as they can from the insurance company. I kept whispering, “stop it dad! I am taking care of it!”

So we left. In the salon, around 10 o’clock, the principle of my sister’s school called my mobile. And then he tried to understand what the problem was, and then told me, “why was your dad screaming then?” I said, “my dad is old! That’s the way he talks. That’s just him. We didn’t do anything, and we gave all our information to the lady. Nothing happened at all. Not even a scratch.” The principle said, “the husband was concerned, wasn’t sure and he called me to understand. But yes nothing happened except your dad screaming. I will call back the husband to tell him that nothing happened.”

I called my dad few minutes later to tell him what the principle told me. He said, “Of course. Nothing happened. No damage, nothing!”

After I got my hair done, I walked home in the nice beautiful weather, and then showed my mom my new hair. She was so happy! I never seen my mom happy with my hair. Then I went to dad and showed him, then he told me, “the cops came.” I said, “what? why… ? ” He said, “the lady told him that the plastic on the stroller was torn, and they wanted to know why I called her dumb like Americans.” I said, “you didn’t say dumb.. and yes you were angry, but you didn’t say dumb.” He said, “I know.. it is stupid. And there was nothing torn. She probably tore it after. So the cops noticed that I talk loud like a maniac and that’s just the way I am.” I said, “aha.. we all know that. Can you turn down your decibels with these white people? They are not like us.”

My dad said, “yes, then one of the cops got bored and left, because it was nothing. I didn’t do anything. Then the lady cop told him, I think one of the ladies knows people in high places. We got the order to come here from the chief of police. No one can directly contact the chief of police. They are just people that have too much power to abuse. Anyways, there is nothing, and we just came because we had to.”

I laughed hysterically. My mom then told me, the cops were so impressed by our nice home, and they were delighted by us. They kept staring everywhere. I think it is their way to see what kind of people we are.” I told my mom, “they assess people by their status in society. That’s just the way things work. You got money, a middle class home in a middle class neighborhood, then you are a bit more respected. That’s just life.”

Anyways, that’s the story of this morning. I hope you enjoyed it. I got more stories. Stay tuned for another episode of, Mona’s Obscure Life.

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The TRUTH!

My dearest mother, out of no where today, well, after meeting enough people for the day, told me something interesting. She said, “Why do people think that Palestinians are white? Why do they think they are only supposed to be white? Why do they only want a WHITE girl for their ugly sons? When will Palestinians or those white obsessed mothers get over it!”

I was in shock. Has my mother some how been reading my site, or has been rummaging in my brain and realizing that the shit I have been nagging about all along is true!?

I said, “Well mother, long time ago, I was on the bus, and a friend of mine introduced me to this one Palestinian girl. I told her my name, and where I am from, and she didn’t believe I was Palestinian.”

Mother said, “Aha? Because of your skin colour?”

I said, “Yes. This girl bluntly told me that I am no way Palestinian. Palestinians are not that dark. Palestinians are only white fair skinned people.”

Mother said, “You expect me to believe that most of the major Palestinian cities that are on the shore line of the Mediterranean sea, has only white skinned people?”

I said, “That’s what ignorant people think. They think the sun doesn’t do its job on Palestinians and the skin colour of people of the Mediterranean can never be dark! I am telling you mom, we are foreigners amongst our own people. It’s the world’s mentality. Skin colour!”

My mom is much lighter than me. She is olive toned skin. When she was growing up, people teased her because she was darker than the rest. In other words, not white. So she has a problem when people mention skin colour more than me! And I am way darker! It’s hereditary in my family to nag and complain about stupid shit that comes out of people’s mouth that makes no sense what so ever!

I am tan. I have dark brown hair. I have brown eyes. I look like a true middle eastern. Blah! Blah! Kiss my tan Arab ass haters!

I wonder if Arab countries carry tanning beds? Those beds would be so cheap! Just take a cheap ass mattress and put it outside in the sun for a bit. At least you will get cancer either way, but for Arabs, it’s a much slower process, because of all the extra melanin pigments we got! Amen to God given protection! Tralalalahahahaalala!

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What’s more annoying than middle aged women with too much time on their hands? Yep, you guessed it! Middle aged ARAB women who stare at you menacingly and think you are a poor hopeless old soul.

What do I want to do with them? Oh, many things that involve matches and a fire starter.

My mother is a bad social butterfly. She likes to talk to people. Anyone for that matter. She also has enemies that she avoids. She got them all! However, for those people that she likes and actually calls “friends,” they are the ones that I want to run away from. Run far far away from to another galaxy where Arab mentality does not exist and never will!

This is the constant things that Arab women talk about:

1. “My beautiful daughters are married, happy and going to have their second or third child.”

Second or third child and they are my age or younger? Is that legal now a days? Or is reproducing like rabbits at an early age is the Arabic thing to do?

2. “My beautiful daughter is marrying a rich man and he will provide her with a house and everything before they get married. Everything is set!”

What lottery ticket did he win? I keep trying my luck, but since I am Mona, that will never happen.

3. “My son is marrying an educated Masters or PhD graduate young girl.”

You can’t put Masters or PhD with young in one sentence. Does not work that way. And since they are Arabs, the odds of her actually using her education while she is married for the first 10 – 15 years is slim to none. Remember, she has to reproduce like a rabbit before it is too late!

4. “My son got a job in a huge company in the Middle East and making so much money. I told him to only work for a year or two, then I will find him the most perfect bride.”

Really? You will find him a gold digger? Wow, they are hard to come by, sorry, I meant, there are 8 in 10 Arab girls that are always qualified!

5. “My beautiful intellectual daughters and genius for sons all got scholarships to University. They all go to school for free!”

Really, how come I saw them in the OSAP (student loan) line when I was picking up mine back in the golden days? Is it me, or people think OSAP is a scholarship? How come the bank is making me pay it back then? Am I the only one? I am getting ripped OFF!

6. “My daughters never wear anything revealing or talk to guys. They know better.”

How come I always saw a slut fest of Arab girls in the most revealing and provocative clothes walking in the mall or at the University? Is it me, or covering your boobs and crotch is enough to say you are covered? And remember, they cannot talk to guys. They just tongue wrestle with them in public.

7. “My sons never drink or go out clubbing. They are always late because they are studying at their friend’s house.”

Really. Is that the daily 4 am excuse?

8. “I will only find a girl for my son that is pure and innocent. Not like those other Arab girls that are always out, working half the day, and wasting their money shopping.”

So, what are they supposed to do? Sit at home or go from one house to the other talking shit about people?

Shoot me. Shoot me! I am tired of sitting in my office half the day because these women keep coming over!

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I honestly think that some people are full of shit and have no idea what they are getting them selves into. They are just dumb and live in la la land. They are living a lie and think nothing will come back and bite them in the ass. Those people, I feel sorry for. I really do. I suggest no one asks me what I am talking about, because I honestly gave up and don’t care anymore about anyone or anything. Also, I am sick of people’s comments thinking they have the answers to solving my problems.

I suggest you people stop analyzing my personality and what’s wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me! Stop bugging me. You can’t analyze me from just reading this stupid blog. So stop it! I just write because I can. I have the freedom to write whatever I want. Is that a crime? Or is it too much to bare? You can’t stand that Mona is writing! She is saying something that you can’t?

Jeez. I get people talking about me politically on other blogs. I got people analyzing my site and my personality on other stupid blogs. What you trying to do? Earn traffic to your site?

My God! I have never been angry ever! Also, that goes for everyone that knows me in real life or through the internet world. Stop it. I had enough. Some of you don’t want to talk to me in real life, then that’s your frigge’n problem, not mine. I only care about one person and that’s me! Not you or anyone! If you think my blog has the answers to who I really am, then I suggest you go read a book!

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