Something about being an Arab really irritates me and probably will till the day I die! It’s Arab parents. Their persistence and their constant nagging is one of the reasons I started getting gray hair at the age of 24 and having my life completely messed up cause of them! Their constant nagging lead us to lying because they don’t understand and they never will. They just think that life is black and white and what they say is the ultimate and only answer. The moment you try to even express your self you get shut down quicker than an illegal drug operation!
I my self don’t think that way, and because I am always treated like this, I act the complete opposite and I don’t talk or give my opinion in anything. I think that’s another reason I resorted to having a blog, to say what’s on my mind, because I don’t talk or say anything in real life. I am just pissed because I am sick of this mentality. Moreover, this mentality hasn’t changed even in my generation. I know people who act exactly like their parents. I will never call it traditions. These are not traditions, but closed minded idiotic mentality and the fear of change and accepting people for the way they are!
Why can’t the old generation conform to change and accept the consequences? I swear at times I feel like I want to keep hitting my head on a wall so I can go unconscious for a month or two so someone will feel sorry for me and I can take a vacation from the constant demands and nagging!
I swear, if I was a singer I will only be singing songs about being pissed from the mentality of Arabs!
Oh my people!
Oh how much I want you to change,
So our generation can live in harmony!
Oh my people!
Why can’t there be a compromise?
Why can’t there be some understanding?
Oh my people!
Why do we have to conform to traditions?
Why do we have to live this double life to satisfy you?
Oh my people!
Why do I have to resort to writing to others,
So my mind will be at ease knowing someone out there listens?
Oh my people!
I want to live in peace.
Let me live in peace!
Yah.. I am pissed but I am not moody. I have always been like this and I try to be fake and cheerful at times so people won’t think I am going crazy. I think the coffee calms me down a bit, but drinking 2 full mugs of coffee before 9 am is not good! One time I didn’t drink coffee and I had the biggest headache on earth! However, believe me, I totally lost it long time ago, and this is my honest reaction to what I can’t stand! It’s enough I keep making up excuses of how much I hate my job, which I do with all my heart, but I am sick of hating! I am sick of living a life I can’t stand because of the people around me! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
You see my friends, I came up with a great internet plan a week ago. A lot of Arab bloggers or Arabs in general who visit my site are not very fond of me. Therefore, I decided to prove them wrong for whatever reason they have based on my personality or writing. I don’t care because to each his/her own choice. So what I did is that I introduced to the world last week Araby Blogs as a non-biased site to network all Arab Bloggers. A lot of people told me to not tell anyone it is me and keep it a bit of an enigma. I didn’t want to. I had to advertise the new site somehow and I have no shame or fear that I made the site. So far Google mashallah 3aleeha has indexed Araby Blogs very well and people are actually searching for Arabic Social Networks, and guess who they choose? Within a week I reached 500 visits a day. Not bad really for something that has been online for a week and not advertised much at all.
So, I wanted a way to gather people so I introduced Araby Blogs to the world. I didn’t want it to be just another RSS feed aggregate, but the site to have a meaning to Arab bloggers and those who are interested in reading Arab blogs such as mine. I decided to write the simplest, most honest, the cutest, and straight forward blog reviews. I continually add new sites to it daily. I wanted to make people happy, and people who didn’t use to like me or didn’t really talk to me or come to my site came back because I did something that meant something. I used my skills as a programmer, my talents as a graphics designer, and my popularity as an Arab blogger to put a smile on their face. What else can I ask for but to put a smile on someone’s face and make them happy? It makes me happy with all my heart.
Those bloggers may have never been recognized for their efforts. Some Arab bloggers out there have to be recognized for their writing. I know the feeling. I was interviewed and featured on many sites by Arabs and non-Arabs mostly because I wrote something that meant something. Others do too and they need to be recognized and this is my way to give back to my people and help them out. Initially, I wanted to look deeper into the site and turn it to an investment. However, to have a network to socially engage and get to know more bloggers is a lot more rewarding. I love reading blogs. I love reading a real story that is not fabricated for an audience. Also, my apologizes, I don’t actively comment on people’s sites that much, but I do read them. I read a lot!
I think for those people who love reading books and go through 1 or 2 books a week or more are amazing people. I don’t know how you can do it. But, don’t you think that bloggers write more than that sometimes and read 10 times more than that? I am a critic. I won’t deny it. I do read a lot of blogs and books at home. Reading is a skill that people need to enjoy again, however, the most forgotten skill that people don’t use much is writing.
I will be honest with everyone now. When I first started my blog, I had one thing in mind, and it obviously was not to improve my writing skills but just to send a message to the world. Now, I want to send a message to the world by articulating my ideas through well written words that I post online. I will never say I am a great writer. I am just like everyone else out there. A blogger who loves to write and send a message to the world. I want everyone who is a blogger to think about how they are writing, and why they are writing. Are you a blogger who is writing for your self only, to your friends, or to an audience? I used to question my self a lot every time I published a new post, who am I writing to and why? Took me about 2 years till I discovered that I can write for my self, question my self, write about issues that effect me as an individual, and for the rest of the world to read and relate to.
The best emails, as the one I posted earlier today are the ones that say, “I am like you! I think like you exactly!” Do you think like me, or I am just sharing an experience that you went through, but no one to discuss it with? Someone else out there has felt the same way, and that’s why blogging is so popular. It’s the way you present your stories to the world, and how you can get your audience to relate to you. That’s what I think is the hardest skill a blogger can ever have. That’s why I am reviewing many blogs on my other site to show to the world that there are so many people like me and just need a way to recognize them.
And yah.. for those who didn’t know it was me who made Araby Blogs, and are wondering why I keep using “we” in everything I write on there, is because “WE” the Arab bloggers who are making the site bloom into something positive and colourful for the world to read.
I read this right now, and my eyes are still sleepy and I feel like I am going to collapse in the chair. I laughed so hard from the repeated usage of profanity. People don’t love me anymore. They really don’t… it is more. A lot more!
Sahar wrote this,
I’m an Arab girl and I fucking love you!
Idk how I found your site but i totally love you and the things you write about.
I was reading the post about when you talk about muslim arab families and your so fucking right! Like your on the dot.
I think its cool how you have this blog. I feel like I can relate to it.
Your awesome Mona!
I have a second cousin name Mona.
She’s in Yemen.
No one ever was so enthusiastic in loving me. I fucking love everyone too!
I used to think that I had people to trust and to talk to all the time. I tell them my problems, and they listen. That’s all I want really, a shoulder to cry on. Yet, I don’t get that feeling anymore from some people. I find some people are trying to listen and find a solution to satisfy them selves in the end. I am very ambitious but I don’t like to discuss it with some people. I want great things to happen to me and I will never give up. However, some people think that I will be satisfied with anything as long as it is a solution to my immediate need to change. What about the future? Isn’t that something to look forward to?
Ah.. you see the future is exactly where I want to be now. Yet, that’s not the case for some people because I will be at their level and that’s not what they want. You learn a lot about people and their real intentions from small conversations and discussing these future ambitions. I find it funny how people envy your ambitions and don’t even want you to reach them.
Who can a person trust now a days to talk to?
Now I am at work distracting my self by writing this post because I am so sick of working. I am now back to square one and debugging this shitty software I made and because I hate it with a passion, and was the number one reason I wanted to leave so bad, I totally screwed it up. I have no idea how to fix it, and I don’t even want to. I want to keep dragging it on and on till I leave. I keep thinking, well, that’s not right. You see, people like me feel guilty really fast. I keep thinking about it and not knowing what to do really. I will just keep dragging it and see what I can fix. God I hate this life of mine and this stupid job that I should have left years ago when I had the chance! God I am stupid!
One thing I can’t stand is talking to someone long distance. I hear them just fine, and they can’t hear me unless I AM SCREAMING! So I talked to my mom in Lebanon, and she kept asking me what I wanted.
So I pretty much told her I want one thing only, which is Arabic eye liner or powder or crayon pencil. She kept saying, “WHAT?” I said, “you either get me the powder or the crayon. Other than that DON’T get me ANYTHING!” She said, “you want the crayon pencil so you can look like Haifa Wahbe?” I said, “what does HAIFA have to do with this! I have sensitive eyes, and I am running out!”
On the mention of Haifa, my best friend hates her with a passion! I think it is because 90% of Arab males are gaga over her. Me, I don’t care! She is Haifa! :lmao:
Believe me, I am not trying to promote her, she doesn’t need it!
All I have been doing lately is watching Arabic TV. We have 3 Arabic music channels on satellite. So yah… It is interesting! As for Haifa… well, I guess you don’t even need to speak Arabic or understand her. Most men just mute the TV and watch her.
For me, I actually like this song. I don’t know why! P.S. Lisa don’t hate me!
Look how polite I am, I said “please.” A rebellious person would just say, FUCKING STOP ASKING ME ABOUT RELIGION, POLITICS AND HISTORY in BIG BOLD letters, but not today. I want to talk about more serious issues that people keep asking me and wanting my opinion about. I want to refresh people’s memories who read my latest About Me page. I wrote a particular paragraph to illustrate a certain point.
I said,
My blog is only about me. I am not affiliated with any group or clan or anything. I don’t talk about politics or religious denominations or countries because it does not interest me and I don’t want to spend hours of my day arguing with ignorant people.
I think that is pretty clear. We agree right?
Now look at the following picture:
Most of you should know it. It’s beyond famous that as I, a child of the 80’s, grew up watching cartoons that had the ideology of the Three Wise Monkeys. Why? Because it teachs us these life lessons: Speak no evil. See no evil. Hear no evil.
Why am I mentioning this. Some may ask me this, “you got a blog, and you talk about people all the time.” I have to disagree with that. I seldom talk about people, and those people that I do, they love me enough that they check my blog every day and know that I talk about them. I mention them, and they don’t mind as long as I don’t cross the line. I have to be honest and I crossed the line at times, but I think they know me enough as a good person that I don’t mean it.
So we made that clear. In the end, the three wise monkeys really mean that you should not gossip or bother discussing stuff that you don’t gain anything out of. Now, let’s talk about what really bothers me and for some of you it will give a better indication of my personality.
Religion
I don’t like discussing religion. I may discuss religious issues that effect me, but over all, I don’t question it because who am I to question something that people have been doing for years?
I don’t care what religion you are and I am not biased towards any religion. I grew up in a Christian community and it never bothered me or effected me. We Muslims, who follow it properly, know for a fact that we are never to discuss the rights and wrongs of other religions, because those people will do the same to us.
I don’t have a reason to justify my actions based on religion. I don’t want people to stereotype me a certain way because of my religion. I was born into this religion, and I chose to accept it and keep obeying by it.
I don’t discuss religious denominations within my own religion. (ie, Sunni, Shi’a, Ahmadiya, Ismaili, Sufi, Durze, Alawy, etc.) However, sometimes out of curiosity, I argue a bit with an open minded Shi’a to see the differences, and why those individuals chose to be Shi’a. That’s all. Only to increase my knowledge, and that’s it. Otherwise, I don’t give a crap about any denomination. If every Muslim, or Christian, etc followed the traditions and the way religion was brought to us the first time, then there wouldn’t be any problems and this constant need for separation. Really, none at all. I remember this like it was yesterday. At work a few years ago, we had a co-worker from Bangladesh, a very nice Muslim guy. He followed religion the way it is. I asked him out of curiosity if he was Sunni or Shi’a, etc just to increase my knowledge of what people call them selves in that area. He looked at me in bewilderment and said, “what is Sunni? And Shi’a? I just follow Islam.” Probably the most honest and perfect answer I heard coming out of someone else’s mouth. Just Muslim. Simple as that!
Politics
In the FAQ on my site, I answered it pretty clearly. I am Liberal! That doesn’t mean that I live a liberal open life. No. I have a liberal mentality. I am open minded. I am ready for change. I want things to be different based on thoughts and ideologies. That’s all. I don’t want to affiliate my self with anything beyond that. I just want to see a change in the way we live, that’s not much to ask or anything too drastic.
History
Thousands of years ago humans lived all over this world. Where they were most gathered is probably around the middle east area. Historically speaking, who knows. I think it seemed feasible at the time because temperature wise it was ideal. So, I think most of the people lived around that area and around the southern half of Europe, and northern Africa. That’s just my opinion. What were these people called? I donno. I would call them human beings. That’s all I can come up with. I mean I don’t want to discuss the issue of who’s land it was first like people’s constant need to argue that was it called Palestine? Was it called Israel? Etc. Honestly, do I give a crap? I don’t even think back then people labeled a particular area of land as a country. They named the area by its people. Those people lived there, and those others lived on the other side, but they were not affiliated with a country. They were just the people of (choose a name) and that’s it.
How old are the cities? Do they have religious significance? Yeah… but Hmm, weren’t all the problems till THIS DAY based on religion? Am I wrong? Don’t we all agree with that? That religion was the cause of all problems and every city had some religious problems?
Final Thoughts
What am I religiously? Muslim.
What am I politically? Liberal.
Do I want to keep arguing with people who think they know my religion more than me? No.
Do I want to keep discussing with other people my opinions about religious and political matters? No.
Will people read this and actually stop bothering me about any of the above issues? No.
Is it time for me to just stop answering people’s emails when any of the three ideologies mentioned are ever discussed? Yes.
I am the type of person that needs to understand and plan everything in my life point to point. I like to know everything with no surprises or anything. That’s just the way I am.
So, I make a lot of observations about people, especially guys and girls that end up together. How they met, why they decided to be together in such a short period of time, and what made them be “the one.”
I don’t know how two people fall in love anymore. I really don’t, and I think I will never understand it. I thought I did, or felt that I did, but I was wrong. What is love? Frankly, I don’t understand what it is because I heard people say it so many times without really meaning it. I think being a Capricorn completely distinguishes us from the rest of the world. Did you know that people like me don’t believe what others say at all? We learn it the hard way, and out of 20 words that come out of someone’s mouth, we barely believe a letter?
I think that’s why I have such a negative view of the matter because does a guy actually think that saying, “I love you” is enough of a reason to get married to them? Obviously not. Does age matter with love? No. I think one day I will be capable to understand what love is and why a guy would say it to me. I don’t think that meeting someone and them liking you and saying I love you in such a short period of time is a reason to be together forever. I find relationships that have love as a bond is a good stepping stone to start something interesting for the future. That wait time is enough for the love to grow and blossom so two people will find out if they are really meant to be with each other forever.
Why am I so pessimistic? Well, because I find it really hard to understand relationships anymore. I find it hard for two people to ever be in love and the reasons why. So every time I hear about people getting engaged all of a sudden, I think and wonder, why?
Another thing I don’t understand is how guys ever fell in love with me, or thought they did. I don’t understand the reasons. Some guys don’t give me a reason at all. After 2 or 3 conversations, they go insane and want to be with me because they never met a girl as articulate and speaks her mind with ease as me. I keep thinking to my self, “Why me? My bluntness now is cute and mystifying, but can you stand it in a year or two?” I think that is my problem. I don’t trust guys that easily. I don’t believe what they say, and I keep telling them that I like time to get to know you, but they don’t have time or don’t want to wait. So, if they don’t have time to develop a relationship to turn into love, then why they want to get married to someone forever if they have no patience?
That’s one of my issues. Another issue is younger guys that are just crazy about me, but don’t show it or talk, but their actions speaker louder than words. I just stay quiet or wonder why the hell me? I am not the last girl on earth.
Ahh.. I will just keep my self this way. I feel old, I am not that pretty, and I have a messed up mentality and view of life. Maybe some day someone will change my mind. If anyone met that person can you please tell them that I am a blogger, and I got too many thoughts and one day this site will bite them in ass and make them cry from humiliation. I think that’s the biggest test! Can they handle my blog!!?
I went to my message therapist today, and obviously we talked. I talk a lot. I used to never ever talk, but from having a blog, working with a lot of crazy people in my job, and being ever so articulate, I became a chatter box. I now initiate conversations because I am bored and I want to actually know how others think. Maybe one day I will discover the meaning of normal human beings by actually talking to them.
So, we talked, and the topic came up of me knowing languages. I told her I am bilingual, but I also know Spanish but I don’t speak it anymore, because there is no one to speak it with. So she asked me what languages I speak. I said, “Arabic.” She said, “that is so nice. Is it similar to another language?” I said, “well, maybe Persian, but not really. We are kind of separate from the rest of the world.”
Then she asked me about head scarfs and Arab women wearing it. I said, “yah.. I guess conservative Arab Muslims do, but not me.” She said, “so what about arranged marriages. I think it is so interesting.” I said, “aah…. no. It’s a blind date that won’t ever go away.” She said, “I would have loved going on a blind date. I never did, and I always wanted to.”
I thought to my self, this chick is nuts. She is a year older than me because she told me that it was so awesome to be an 80’s child and being so young. I then thought, this chick is seriously nutz. So, then she asked me, “well, so how old were you when you came to Canada? You are fluent.” I said, “way too young, and I am bilingual.” She said,”but it’s hard for other Arabs to come and learn a new language. Especially from arranged marriages.” I said, “yah, bringing someone from the Arab world is not so bad. Everyone speaks English now. It’s like mandatory.” She said, “it’s funny how you keep saying Arab world.” I thought to my self, I do say that a lot, so I replied saying, “well, I guess Arabs have their own world!”
Then I told her that my mom and sister are in Lebanon to visit the entire family but will be back soon, but I am not Lebanese but Palestenian. She said, “well, oh. So, you are like so diverse. So why is your entire family in Lebanon?” I said, “well, because I was a Palestenian refugee, and my entire family is still in Lebanon.”
She paused a bit, and didn’t know what to say for a minute. I said, “so you don’t know what happened to Palestinians?” She said, “no clue. I don’t know anything about that area at all.” I sat there contemplating what to say or how to react. I said, “so you know nothing about the Palestenian and Israel conflict?” She said, “no clue.” I said, “well, in 1948 Israelis came and claimed the land. They kicked out 700,000 Palestinians from their homes. Some went to Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan.” She said, “how in the world can they kick out 700,000 people at that time?” I said, “well, there were more that got kicked out later in 1967.” She said, “so how many?” I said, “well, there are about 4 or 5 million Palestinians now in the entire world, and over half of them are still refugees.”
She said, “I can’t believe it! Why in the world? Are they still fighting?” I said, “yep. We are biblical people who just love to fight each other!”
I couldn’t believe it that she had NO clue at all about what’s going on in the middle east. Not even who is fighting who or why. I am still shocked. I think I read a lot of news and too much history because I know too much shit that is going on in the world, especially in war torn countries. Not only that, I read a lot of history of Palestine. I think I am obligated to as a Palestenian to know everything about my people and country and what’s going on in the entire middle east.
However, I honestly envied her. She didn’t have to live her life bothering her self with what’s going on in the world. She didn’t seem to be interested in history or current events. She just did her job, met a lot of interesting people, and well, she met ME and I screwed up her entire view of the world! :bored:
Anyways, I love watching this video and listening to the song because it will always remind me of how people were in Palestine before 1948. The end of the video always makes me cry.
The long awaited Arabic Social Networking site has been finally released. (http://www.arabyblogs.com) The owner of the site (which happens to be ME!) has decided to have one place where ALL Arab blogs are welcome. No discrimination what so ever.
I say, finally, there is an Arabic blog network that is NOT biased!
So join and submit your blog if your blog is not there already. I am still working on it and there is a lot of work. There are 100’s of Arab blogs, and it is taking me time to add all of them. Your help would be appreciated if you sign up and just tell me your feed URL.
This has been going around the internet lately. I picked it up from stumbling, and numerous sites have it. They are simple thoughts of “what I learned” in my life.
So I picked a few that I thought reflect me more, and what I have learned in my life. Some I relate to. Some I didn’t realize till it was too late. Some, well, just something to think about all the time.
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone that can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned that you can do some thing in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned that no matter good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I think we have two fears in life: fear of death, and fear of dreams. I don’t mean hopes and aspirations, on the contrary, I meant real dreams. That other realm and other life we inevitably live in every day. We do live in our dreams and have a separate life. We spend one third of our life sleeping and dreaming. That’s just the way us humans were created.
Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
- John Updike
But why dreams? I mean we already suffer in this life while we are awake, why have dreams then? What do they mean?
I dream really bazaar dreams. Things that I would never in my life imagine, and I tend to be a creative imaginative person in real life. I think my dreams are at another level of unbelievability. However, my dreams lately have had a common theme. I am always a watcher. I always stand there and see other’s actions and not do anything about it. No matter how wrong the other person is, I just sit there and watch.
What does it mean? Am I becoming that person in real life? I think I am. I just watch, and that’s it. I see people doing things wrong or acting in a foolish manner and I just sit quietly and watch. Is it that I don’t care, or I am helpless?
I don’t know, I just can’t imagine my self being that way, or maybe I am and I am just in denial. Maybe I don’t care about anyone at all anymore and my dreams are a reflection of that.
I will begin first with my dentist story. I just came from the dentist cause I got cavities filled. I went in there thinking I had one cavity. Blah blah. He kept drilling. Then I felt he was drilling too much. Half way through the procedure, the dentist tells me, “I am done cleaning the cavities from both teeth. Time for the fillings.”
Two?
TWO!?
Damn, I need to pay attention a bit more of the number of damaged teeth I got.
Back to the main story, so towards the end of the stupid work day, the new idiotic supervisor calls me to go to his office. I was like shit. What the hell does he want? Did he figure out the shit I have been doing behind his back? I mean.. shussh.. nothing… SO … he asked me all these software legal questions and till now he could not understand it. He just couldn’t grasp the problems!
Then, out of the blue he said, “I want you to do something. I got lots of work for you. It is to test your graphics abilities, and if you are as good as people say you are.” Obviously I was appalled. How dare he say that. I will show him! I said, “ok!”
So he told me to make a template for an open source piece of crap page he put together. I laughed in the back of my head. I said, “ok.” He gave me all the hard paper work and wants me to make a nice template. I said, “ok. I will get it done tomorrow.” He laughed and said, “no no. You don’t have to. I am not in a rush and you can’t possibly finish it tomorrow.” I said, “yes I CAN! I will send it to you tomorrow afternoon.”
Doofis. HELLO! All I do is make templates for open source software. Look at this friggen site. It’s a stupid wordpress template that I customized. Hello!!! This is what I get paid for at work! This is what I do for a living, and he dared questioned the time frame that I get such templates done. Peeeshhhhhhh!
Dude.. the past 2 weeks all we have been getting is food entrees from my mom’s friends. It’s not like we don’t cook at all in our house. We cook daily, and we cook well! It’s like a competition those women are doing to see who feeds us better. They think we can’t cook or we are bringing take out food every day. I just find it hilarious. One of my mom’s Syrian friends sends us an entire meal. Salad, entree, dessert. My dad keeps saying, what are we going to give back this time? Last time he filled the plates with fruits. LOTS of fruits and desserts.
We just have too much food, and I am obligated to eat it. So far I am categorizing the food from yummy to non-edible.
The ladies bring the food, and say, “this is for Mona!” Not everyone in the house, BUT MONA!
Why can’t it be for dad, or my brother. Why me?
I thank them with all my heart, but seriously MISH MA2TO3EEN! (I don’t know how to translate it from Arabic, but Arabs know what I mean.)
Not only that, they call the house and specifically ask for me. When Arabic ladies talk to me on the phone I hesitate and I forget how to speak Arabic. All I end up saying, Inshallah (In God’s Will). El-7amdulla (Thank God). Shokran (Thank you). They ask me numerous questions such as: are you ok? Do you need anything? Is the food we are sending good? Are you guys eating it all?
And I say repeatedly, na3am na3am na3am (yes). Shokran. El-7amdulla.
In conclusion. I can’t speak Arabic well and I want my mother back. No one beats mom’s Falafel and Grape Leaves!
My name is Mona and I am an internet savvy and technology obsessed girl. I am originally Palestinian and I live in the province of Ontario in Canada. That's some info about me, and you can learn more [here].
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I used to think that I had people to trust and to talk to all the time. I tell them my problems, and they listen. That’s all I want really, a shoulder to cry on. Yet, I don’t get that feeling anymore from some people. I find some people are trying to listen and find a solution to satisfy them selves in the end. I am very ambitious but I don’t like to discuss it with some people. I want great things to happen to me and I will never give up. However, some people think that I will be satisfied with anything as long as it is a solution to my immediate need to change. What about the future? Isn’t that something to look forward to?
On the mention of Haifa, my best friend hates her with a passion! I think it is because 90% of Arab males are gaga over her. Me, I don’t care! She is Haifa! :lmao: 
I am the type of person that needs to understand and plan everything in my life point to point. I like to know everything with no surprises or anything. That’s just the way I am. 
The long awaited 
This has been going around the internet lately. I picked it up from stumbling, and numerous sites have it. They are simple thoughts of “what I learned” in my life.
My name is Mona and I am an internet savvy and technology obsessed girl. I am originally Palestinian and I live in the province of Ontario in Canada. That's some info about me, and you can learn more [
