Define rebellious in your own terms please, and don’t give me some dictionary phrase.

I wanted to write blog after blog the past few days, but I have very important things to do in my life. This blog is not top of the list anymore like it used to be. This blog is purely for discussion of various things that go on in my life and the way I perceive some things when I have time to write them.

I know that many of you have emailed me the past few days with the same thoughts almost. Many of you have claimed that you read my entire site and came up with one conclusion. I find it very funny that people come up with the same conclusions about anything. Can you imagine if that is the case for everything in life? So the conclusion was, “you are rebellious, that means you don’t follow the Arab way of life.”

Honestly, I think I am the most Arabized person that you can meet living in these lands because I follow the ethical essence of being an Arab. Do you follow that? Because being an Arab is not just getting married before you are 25,  having at least 3 kids by 30, being the “good wife,” and living in a happy marriage. If not married, you are secluded from the rest of the circle of being a real Arab. I am taught to be a good person first, for others to accept me for who I am, and to show others the proper way I was raised by following great traditions and morals.

Why is that so hard to understand? Where in my blog did I say or claim that I should HATE everything about being an Arab and act like a total slut? Where do I say that I go around dating a different guy every other week and go clubbing and drinking? Is that how you define rebellion for an Arab girl? Because according to your definition, a Rebellious Arab Girl is a girl who doesn’t follow the rules of being an Arab or even her religion. There are no rules! Believe me. There are raised morals that we all should have learned growing up as part of this culture.

I didn’t chose to be rebellious. It chose me. This blog chose me to be a Rebellious Arab Girl in order to speak up; by proving to others that I don’t need to follow this group of Arabs that think life should be this way and that is it. Unfortunately, as years pass, far too many Arabs are living in diaspora, and a huge gap between the generations have emerged in the past century because of this culture clash. The traditions have slowly diluted to cope with another, and being a true Arab or defining an Arab is becoming harder and harder every day.

All I can say that I am tired of emails that begin with, “please read this to the end,” or “I am sorry I have to say this.” Why apologize or make sure you grab my attention to tell me the negative? I would appreciate it more if you stick up with what you believe in and say, “You know what Mona, I don’t agree with you because so and so.” That I read. Everything else with an introduction of reason to even begin reading it is something I don’t even look at.

I am tired of preaching to the choir. I am going to go back to the days when I started this blog and what my true beliefs are. If you disagree with me, then dare to comment about it in the comment box below. Start a real discussion and stop hiding being a screen name. It is almost the end of 2010 and people represent themselves for who they are with their real photos and their true image. That’s how we accept one another in the real world. We represent who we really are with no shame with what we say or who we are. Why can’t you dare do that?

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I wish I can feel the enlightenment! I can never see the light.. the glass is always half empty.. life is just a big hole and will never change.. blah blah blah..

I am the typical case of a grouchy old lady. I am a pessimistic person who is far too serious!

My family loves to joke around with me and make fun of me. Unfortunately, I find any joke from any member of my family as pure sarcastic, and I get mad. I have a horrible temper and I just tell them to leave me alone! And I scream from my lack of amusement!!

Then my dad says, “You are FAR too serious!”

I said, “Give me a reason not to be?”

Grrr…. I want to finish writing more regarding this post, but I don’t find it amusing anymore. I can’t wait till Friday comes and the weekend to come!

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You know what keeps hitting me in the face? Yep, you guessed it. The lack of communication I have with the world.

Not through my blog though. I am condensing my blog posts or limiting them because I cannot spend every day answering emails from online lovers and religious fanatics.

So here it goes. I want to get back on my feet and say, “hey hey… I am my upbeat social self again.” Unfortunately, I cannot do that due to the commitment I have with work and life. My life has been so busy, that breathing is becoming hard and sometimes I feel like I am suffocating daily.

I keep wishing every day, no, not only that, but I dream daily of the day I resign this job. However, I need money to continue my education and move up in life instead of being stuck in a dead zone. It sucks working in a small business because expectations from you are those of 4 people!

What is really bothering me that it doesn’t seem we will ever get a raise. No structure. No proper nurturing of the employees that work none stop for 8 hours and even do weekend work when necessary. No one cares or bothers. All they want is results and they will squeeze it out of you.

Maybe that is why I have become the most bitter but most patient person on earth. I managed to end up in a job where I have been mentally complaining about in one year than I have in all the years that I have worked in my short life combined.

I decided lately at work since I do not like being bossed around or told what to do (typical me!), that I make up my own projects and do what I want because I CAN and I have enough talents to do it. I got sick of them and I just do what I want and tell them, “Here you go! You like it? You don’t like it? Whatever.. at least I have something to show you!!! You didn’t hire me because I was cheap labour. No no!! You hired me because I can do awesome shit. But you didn’t trust me at all.. but you will now when I show you what I am really made of!”

By the way. Happy Anniversary. I have been working there for a year and my gray hair quadrupled!

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If you follow me on Twitter, then you most likely have read my rants that past couple of days regarding someone at my employment.

This new Pakistani guy at my work looks like he is in his mid to late 30′s. His last name cannot be more obvious that he is Muslim. However, Ramadan started 2 days ago, and this is the 3rd, and he doesn’t fast.

I am the last person to approach others and tell them why. People have their excuses, but for goodness sake, you know better! When he first started he kept asking me a million and a half questions about me. I am Arab. I am Muslim, and any other question. So out of respect, he sees that I am not indulging in my morning cup of java, nor am I eating lunch, then he should at least be considerate.

I am used to this life living in the Western world, and surrounded by non-Muslims, and it never affected me that they are eating. I never was pressured or felt like “why me!” However, seeing it from a “Muslim” brother as we love to label one another as, then I find it hard to take. Also, I start to quickly lose any respect I had for them.

I know many of you have asked me on Twitter if he is sick or whatever. I said that I do not think he is, because he goes to the gym every morning, and never mentioned to me (oh he talks a lot about him self and asks questions) that he is under any form of medication. Therefore, what is the excuse? Do I want to know?

So, I told my sister about it yesterday, and her answer is, “He is probably white washed. Are you sure he is Muslim?” I said, “He can’t be any more obvious from his name.”

All this have taught me one thing, the world is slowly diminishing to a vast whole of people with empty souls. They are losing their religion and faith, and I think the next generation will only get worse because their parents set a very bad example.

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I speak Arabic, I speak English, but I do not dare communicate with the world using any of them at a half ass level.

Speaking of languages, I don’t go around to Spanish blogs sharing my half ass commentary in a language I hardly speak. Oh, that goes for those Arabs that come here or email me with their really bad English expecting me to understand it. Speak to me in Arabic! I am an immigrant too!

Unfortunately, it is not only the communication of a language that you seldom speak or write; no my humble online friends! The worse thing is having someone who didn’t understand what you wrote end up commenting in a very angry tone regarding something you never said! NEVER SAID!

Here it goes:

I say: I do not like people.

Arabs translate it to: You do not like Arabs!

I say: I think Arabs need to change some bad habits.

Arabs translate it to: Why are you bad mouthing Arab?

I say: I am tired of Arabs here talking shit behind people’s back.

Arabs translate it to: This is how we communicate and get to know each other in our small communities in this part of the world.

!@#!#$!%#

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