I have no idea why Arabs love to throw around religion, politics, culture and everything in between in a mixed pot of manure. No offense to all the lovely people out there, but seriously, give it a rest my dear Arab friends. No need to keep fighting a roller-coaster battle over something that ends you back where you started.

My last post regarding the new Miss USA seriously stirred a long debate. I was trying to be specific regarding one issue. An issue regarding a girl who won, and my view point of what happened after she won from the reactions online. How the debate turned from religion to culture to politics is beyond my comprehension. The extreme view points erupted out of no where, and honestly, what were you trying to get at? Reading what you guys have been writing back and forth made my hereditary Arab temper erupt wildly.

In the past, I was blamed for being the most inconsiderate catalyst to such debates, and was the most hated Arab blogger out there. Now, I wonder if I have mellowed down so much the past few months that I cannot handle such a debate, or maybe I am not trying too hard.

So, let’s debate.

1. What do I think of Hijab?

Well, I am a moderate person in faith, but not extreme in either way. I love how women choose what they want to wear, but I will never reach that point in my life where I will ever consider wearing a hijab. My choice really, and I choose to be moderate in what I wear, and never wear revealing clothing to grab any attention. I dress respectfully because I want to.

2. What do I think of Arab leaders?

I live in Canada because of them.

3. What do I think of extremist Arabs that will never change their mentality?

All I can do is educate as many people as I can through my blog to view life from two angles. Therefore, they can make an educated judgment to open their minds to other possibilities, but keep their moral values that I cherish so much from this culture of mine.

4. Do we have a right to judge others?

It is easy for people to judge others so quickly. Put your self in their place and feel that inner emotional pain that they suffer from when you keep insulting them. Pretend you are me and you write in this blog. Pretend you get many emails a day and comments from un-welcomed irrational inconsiderate fools insulting you. Then imagine your heart breaking not from the words they have written, but why they wrote them, their lack of intelligence, and you knowing that the majority of human beings out there are like that. Yet, you keep on going and you keep on writing, because you are bestowed by God’s gift of faith and patience.

5. Do I even like Arabs?

Here is the million dollar question. I will honestly say that I cannot stand 95% of the Arabs out there. I don’t even like hanging out with them because they judge others, only care about themselves, and always mix points A, B, Z, E, back to A together for the sake of talking and not thinking. Oh, and by the way, I am not laughing. As for that 5% of lovely Arabs that I adore so much, they are the ones that stand up for themselves and think outside the box. You can find them here on my blog, or out there in the world trying to make a difference in their lifetime, and for the honour of Arab history.

So what are you doing to make a difference?

If I have to really sum up Arabs in one word, I probably couldn’t. However, I can imagine an unstable wave in their lives with all that inner tension and grief in the following symphony:

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Yes, you can tell I am exercising my skills of sarcasm with such a post title. Anyone miss me? Yah, I didn’t think so. Anyways, you can say that I got my way at work finally, and I told them to hire someone new and what type of person is suited for the job that I wasn’t supposed to do. On top of that, the other programmer, who happens to be the boss’s son, has territorial issues with the server. I was not allowed to have access to the main server or ability to sync any changes, and I have been only working there for I donno, over 9 months! He had to do it and I had to go after him till he did it.

You can tell I had enough especially when I had to answer unwanted support calls and not be able to fix anything if he wasn’t there! Not only that, he pissed me off last week while throwing the remark that I have to listen to him and do what he says. And if he didn’t want to finish something he started, he threw it at me and made me do it.

You try to read a badly spoken language and try to decipher the thoughts behind it!

You can tell that didn’t go well with me. Once someone tries to boss me around and they are not my boss, then they have crossed the magic red line. So I reported his attitude and tried to get a clear answer from the bosses of who am I to report to. Cause I don’t recall signing a contract stating another programmer was my boss.

So, yah.. I am back to my old self. No more being nice and screw everyone. I don’t care who they are. No one messes with me. On top of that, I had a super busy weekend doing one assignment and a test for my online course. You can say that this course is far more challenging. Too much work!

You know what is funny? Sometimes I wish I can go back to my previous job and stay there forever. I had a lot nicer memories then and felt I was worth something, and I had more control of what I was working on. In this job, all it is doing to me is exhausting my brain and I feel like doing nothing when I get home, people are taking advantage of me and my overly nice personality to do things I was not hired to do, and it is not allowing me to enjoy my hobby of blogging every day. Blah!

Where is the magic job fairy when I need it!

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Do you guys remember I am a programmer? Sometimes I seem to forget what my day job is. During the day I am a nerdy loser sitting in front of a big huge ass monitor with split screens coding away. I create magnificent pieces of functional art that people can use with a touch of a button, instead of them using the vintage methods of paper and ball point pens. Moreover, at night, my alter ego is the Rebellious Arab Girl who writes to save culture from permanent shame and ridicule.

Anyways, as an 80′s child, I don’t find technology strange at all. I grew up in the most incredibly evolving era in history, and I embraced the “aww” of it all. So why didn’t people who are 5, 10, 15 years older than me try to as well?

I have a serious problem with people not knowing how to use a computer. I have a serious problem with people who can sign up for Facebook and use every aspect of it, chat like there is no tomorrow on MSN, and send SMS using their cellphones like speed typing pros, but ask the stupidest questions like, “why isn’t this website working?” “Why isn’t my email working?” “The top navigation buttons were there, where did they go?”

Fuck, check your internet connection! Use the scroll bar! Move the fucking mouse up and down! Your computer did not die all of a sudden and the buttons didn’t disappear. It’s your brain cells that stopped functioning all of a sudden when a new unrecognizable screen shows up! Don’t be afraid of technology. Embrace it. Love it. Make it your BBF! Cause hell, if I had to judge your work performance, then don’t feel bad when I tell you that it is 2010! I don’t care if you are the smartest person in your field. If you can use the computer only when it is fun for you, then you better know how to use it when you have to type your new resume when I fire your ass!

Why do these people still have jobs? Why are they still sought after and hired? For their old unbeatable skills that well, never enhanced and are irrelevant for today’s technologically enhanced market?

When 2020 comes, if I still see people who know shit about computers and why “things” happen to work a certain way in some places, and different in others, then I will start a revolution. Mona against technology-impaired simpletons. And oh, I will win because I will get technology to do the work for me!

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Dear Internet world,

It has come to my attention that there are several men that come to my site not realizing that I am pretty bitchy; hence, permanently carrying the forbidden name, “Rebellious Arab Girl.” I don’t like emails that are meant to be a joke or portrays an ounce of unintelligent thoughts. It makes me question how the world is being led. Is it going to be led by such unintelligent men that thrive for power and lack any respect to the opposite gender? Or is it going to be led by men that think that they can grab any woman’s attention by a few sugar-coated words and a copy of Romeo’s famous lines?

By the way, you ain’t no Romeo! And I ain’t no suicidal love-struck Juliet!

My age does not represent a desperate need to be with you. My culture has bestowed such twisted idiotic thoughts upon its people, that I no longer find any other reason for your unintelligent unthoughtful desperate emails other than being brainwashed by this culture! Do you want to be known as that guy who got a girl who thought of you as last in her list? A final desperate attempt? Such a sad being you are. Go to the sink now and wash your face. I can’t believe so many people like you exist. Yet, you call your self educated? What does a few degrees here and there compared to life’s lessons?

Do you even know what life is supposed to mean?

If life is meant for a person to get married and have children only, then is it fair for those that cannot conceive, cannot get married, widowed, divorced, un-loved, or living in low-class humiliation with no roofs on their heads? Why is the latter thought of as horrible, unacceptable or looked down upon if it is out of their control?

Thank you for your time and great effort in using a thesaurus, and for others, an online translator that skips a few conjunctions and prepositions. You are one unintelligent dumb ass!

Regards,

An unamused Rebellious Arab Girl

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I am not angry. I am furious!  I am just living the life of super patience so I won’t go insane. I think working with women in a software environment who demand everything be done yesterday and why it cannot be done asap is really going to cause me the biggest headache in the known universe!

I feel my hair turning gray by the second. I am aging  a thousands times faster than a normal human being.

This morning, I got so angry I said, “leave me alone for an hour!!” You guys know how that turned out to be. An hour turned to 10 minutes of no one bugging me. I don’t understand how people expect programmers to work efficiently and happily. We are underpaid, work twice as much, and still get asked why it is not done faster!

I have not sworn on my blog in a long time. But seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!

Good thing tomorrow is Friday! This week has gone by so fast, I am thankful it did. When is the next long weekend? I need more days off!

On a worst note, I dreamt a very annoying dream this morning, so maybe that’s why I am in a bad mood. I don’t like dreams. I don’t like to dream about other people! I don’t like to dream about other people thinking they are better than me and have a better life! Argh.. I will show them. One day, I will reach my goals and live the happy life that I deserve. Until then, I will rant, rant, rant and dye my hair!

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