It’s that time of year again. Sorry I was late in notifying, again, but here goes it! Since so many people celebrate St. Patty’s day tomorrow and all, I declared March 16 to be Kiss Me I am Arab Day!! Come on, don’t be shy. Share the Arab love with everyone!!

Wear your t-shirt with pride!

On a side note, some people asked me to make some t-shirts that say Rebellious Arab or anything Arab related, but my life is hectic as it is. Maybe some day I will! Until then, I am sticking with online virtual ones. lol

Kiss me! Kiss them! Kiss every one of them and share some good stories and a sheesha or two!

Poll!!

This is the second part of yesterday’s post.. or in other words, today’s latest events. Ok, so this is what happened today! I went to work early, like always. So one of the guys came in soon after me and discussed what happened in yesterday’s meeting. I told him other things that have been going on and he told me, “Don’t worry about it. Just learn to say no.”

About 15 minutes later, I had to step out. I came back within 10 minutes, and the moment I got off the elevator, I could hear a loud women’s voice arguing. You must know, that the office suite is one of three on that floor. If I could hear her right off the elevator, then anyone else can.

I heard the raging voice, and I quickly ran down the hall way to another quicker access door to where my desk is. (The bosses are not there from today and all of next week). Then I told the other programmer, she is at the front angry and won’t stop complaining. He said, “Why?” I told him, “Don’t you remember yesterday?” (He doesn’t care at all really.)

I sat quietly on my desk working with my headphone on and groovy Mona music. Few minutes later, she raged down the hall with a frantic voice and said, “Good morning! This is the new tech support lady!”

When I heard that, I refused to answer back or even bother with her. She scares the hell out of me. I don’t understand her problem. She works in a small company that is quickly turning its focus to software only, and she is supposedly managing the customers. Why does she complain? She doesn’t even have to do anything technical at all. The work has been delegated equally to everyone that has the knowledge and experience to do it. Her job is to take off the load from me when people ask me stupid questions about how to find this in the software or do you have this yet? She does not understand that, and she thinks she is doing the “technical” part now.

She refused to talk to me most of the day, like I did something horrible to her. I didn’t do shit. All I know I was hired for one very important thing that is pretty much keeping the place alive and keeping her job. She just wanted to take advantage of me because I am nice and responsive. Now her scapegoat (me) is no longer available!

Technical to me means something totally different. To me technical is understanding technology and how it works. To me technical is solving complicated technical problems from years of experience and practice. To me technical is trying to figure out bugs, and quickly solving them in order for someone else to continue on using the technical product. That’s it!

You see, this is life. The majority of people who have a job are incompetent fools. Or they are people who only know how to do one thing, and do not ever want to learn or refuse to learn anything new. They are stationary in their fields, and to them change is a big stumbling block to their life! They hate it. They don’t want to do it, and they argue any way they can to not have to do it.

Unfortunately, if you are not ready for what will happen next week, then yesterday seems like last year in this rapidly moving world.

I didn’t complain at work. I didn’t do anything. People observe and see that I am getting beyond stressed. The company is growing so fast, and there are only two programmers, me and another guy. Not only that, somehow when I started this job, I automatically was thought of as the Technical Customer Support by computer illiterate women without the bosses knowledge.

Did I go to school to become a technical support? Did I even accept this job as a technical support to customers and illiterate computer women at work? No. They just kept piling the work on me and make me do it because I was the only one responsive. I was polite and I never said no. That’s my problem, I don’t tell people to back off because I have more important things to get done.

So today, we finally had the “meeting.” Oh, some old bitchy women were not happy with the decision. The bosses said, “Mona is no longer doing technical support at all unless it is critical.” In my head I was like YES! God answered my prayers and I am back to doing what I was hired to do. You guys should have seen me yesterday at work. Oh my Lord! My blood pressure was up the roof. I got a very bad migraine and I couldn’t see anymore. I could feel my hair turning gray from all the stress. I was about to explode.

Later in the meeting, one of the bosses said, “The problem is that you guys are taking advantage of Mona because she is PLEASANT and always says YES! She is very polite.”

See people! This is me in real life. I am very quite. I never say no and very nice to everyone. You guys should see me on the phone. The customers bitch at the women at work with their problems, but once they give up and tell me to talk to them instead, then the customers have a totally different tone. The customers love me and always say before they say good bye, “Thanks Doll!” Or they say, “Your amazing and that was so easy!” Or they say, “You are peach!”

I could be the customer support and nice to people all the time, and I am very successful at it, but I am a programmer. I like to think and problem solve.

Back to normal.. for now! However, the bosses will be away for a week.. I am scared!

I don’t care about nasty emails or nasty comments. I am immune to them and I don’t care who wrote them. I placed a big bold message on my contact page a long time ago that says that if you insult me, then I will publicly display it. If you posted the wrong email address, then you have wasted my time. Can you imagine if someone did both? It is like a hit and run situation thinking that they will never get caught.

A lot of people think outside of the box, which is great, and they pointed out different possibilities from the previous post. That is fine, except you guys missed the bigger picture. I do not purposely provoke people to reach this level of personal insults. I don’t do it to get attention. Some said that I don’t deserve it. Most people judge me from one post, and I got used to it. People cannot accept the difference, and I am very different.

You guys think I just get nasty emails or horrible comments? Think again. Many websites and forums discuss my “teenage immature writing style” by emphasizing the very old posts that caused and still causing a commotion. I just write this way. I don’t think hard and try to come up with sophisticated attention grabbing posts. That is never my intention when I write. I just write what is on my mind, and my mind is an infinite sized mass of ideas.

Let’s think outside the box for a bit and discuss an important issue. You see, many people think when I write about Canada, that I hate being an Arab and forgot my roots. If I write about being an Arab and loving it, then people think I don’t appreciate the land that I live in now with the “better” life, and I have to thank God because many people back home don’t have food and water. There is no happy medium. No one is ever satisfied with my way of thinking or living.

I discussed a very important subject with my mother yesterday. I asked her, “Why are Arabs back home in the Arab world have serious dislike to Arabs living here?” She said, “They are just jealous and resentful of the Arabs here. The moment they get a Visa or are accepted for immigration, they will leave everything behind such as: family, friends, and loved ones without hesitating to look back. It’s the land of opportunity and it is worth it! Some of us wish to go back home and live there, but we were kicked out and told to leave our homes. It’s not like we had a choice to be here. We are lucky someone accepted us to live a peaceful life with human rights.”

While I was snooping the internet searching for the essence of my Rebellious name online, all I found was mostly negative feedback from Arabs back home toward me. They hate my site. They call me names. They ridicule me and make an instant judgment that I live in USA and that’s why my thought process is like “this.” Not like there is no other Westernized country in the world that speaks English other than USA. No no.. Auto-Arab-Judgment. Speaks fluent English: USA. Has absurd but truthful ideas: westernized Arab in USA. Totally unashamed to speak the truth: totally USA.

I learned to accept the difference and move on, why didn’t you?

I just woke up and checked my lovely emails, and one was so straight forward and to the point, that I had to post it on my blog.

Actually, I have to post it because I tried to reply to this person, but it seems they misspelled their email or something.

Your Name: zaher
Email: lacoperon@fastpost.net
Website: http://
Message:
I am an Arab, and I think that you are a brainwashed and superficial lady, with no dignity or honor. You are a disgrace to your people and culture. Please go to Hell soon.

He asked me nicely to go to Hell soon. He said Please! All I wanted to reply saying, “See you there soon too!”

Isn’t it funny that a person would admit that there is something wrong with them?

Would you admit to the world if something is wrong with you?

The Disruptive Sleeping Patterns

So here it goes. I am a mentally disturbed person, and it is getting worse daily with my lack of sleep. I sleep for about 4 hours a day now. Why? I have no clue. I just wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep.

Yesterday night, I woke up at 2 am and I tried to close my eyes again and doze off, then I had a weird feeling that someone is shoving me and I woke up again! I know, I am mentally disturbed. The problem is that I go to work half asleep and the high dosage of caffeine is not helping.

Bitter Thoughts Resulted from People

Isn’t it funny that people spend 100’s of dollars on clothes and purses just to show off? Yet, they were cheap asses and horrible money managers and always ask you for money for gas or food? I wonder how they would feel if someone suggested for them to donate their money to I don’t know, some organization to help children and dying people in Palestine for example.

I am Not a People Person

I don’t like people. Simple as that. But you have to realize that people are the cause of my mentally disturbed thought process. Look at me! Do I write normal? Do I speak normal? Am I typical?

Emailing Back

For those people subscribed to my blog through email must realize that you CANNOT reply back me through those emails. The return sender on those emails are noreply@rebelliousarabgirl.net. I will not answer you back if you reply to them. Come to my site and comment, or send me a question through my contact page. It’s unbelievable the number of people that have replied in the former method and bitch at me for not replying back to them.

Enough ranting for today. Time to make some coffee.

My sister told me today, “Mona, you are evil and mean!” I agree with her and it brings me to a bigger point! Oh points.. some are small, some are tiny, some are huge and bold! Anyways, to the main point: sorry to so and so who sent me a message on Facebook the past weekend. When I read your message I thought, “ok, I am not that pretty or my beauty is so extravagant or so precious. Therefore, I don’t give a crap who sees me.”

I am assuming this person was going through my Twitpic album and read the comments some dumb ass lonely guys wrote. What will happen if she read all the comments in my blog? My blog is a SIN! Anyways, I got tired of deleting comments. What am I to do? Hide behind an internet veil? I am human. I want people to see who I am. It’s like going to work. Is a woman not allowed to go to work? Men are not allowed to see her? It’s a sin to show your beauty?

By the way, we are all beautiful people, because God created us that way. So those extreme Muslims that think I am a walking sin, then you are openly telling me that being a woman is a sin. You are a walking sin too! Cover up! Cause dammit.. I don’t wear a veil and tight ass clothes and heavy makeup walking down the street. I rather sin completely! I don’t do it in parts like some people!

This is what SHE said,

stop showing ur ebeauty ya helwa!!! its haram habibti u take soo many pics no one eneds to see a womens’s beauty and ur comments by those men are haram also wat they say is dsgusting

You can tell she is not from my side of the sinful world.

Future Goal

I want to do this one thing one day. I want to go around other people’s blogs and tell them that they are wrong! What they are writing, presenting, or discussing on their blogs is wrong! I feel that I am obligated to tell other Arab bloggers they are wrong! Wow! That would relieve a lot of stress to tell you the truth. I might end up being obnoxious and liking it!

If you hate me or think I am a walking sin, then bravo, bravo. You have accomplished a great deal in life by pointing the obvious. Now go back to watching your music videos and obsessing over celebrities’ beauty and how to make your self look like one, so other Muslim/Arab girls envy you.

Canada won the most Gold medals ever in Winter Olympic history.

Canada beat USA in Men’s Hockey game today. It was an over time game and the intensity was beyond description.

Canada won!!

Canada celebrated..

We maybe the nicest people in the world, but we are mean on the ice! We can’t help it, we love our ice and snow!

Now let’s sing!!

Today, I had a conversation with someone I knew from the past about fate. You see, I became bitter over time because of all the people I have met in my life, and how some of the closet people to my heart backstabbed me or just thought of me as last in their list.

I believe that no matter how hard I work, and what I do in my life regarding relationships or friendships, the outcomes are determined by fate. I believe that things happen for a reason, and so far as a person who is trying to think positively here, that reason is unknown. I just want to live life, but so many things in my life have lead me to forcefully forget the past and move on. I am tired of stressing over everything, because no matter how hard I work, the end result is determined by fate.

I don’t want to discuss this any further, but I am opening up the comments for serious debates here. Do you believe in fate?

I decided that today is a positive day, and we should all think positive. Deal?

Every time I talk about Arabs on my website, I get the two or three or dozen guys and gals that write this to me, “Mona you are wrong! You are giving us a bad image!” I am going to bluntly say this, “I am not wrong, and not giving anyone a bad image.”

I am only stating an opinion of my life experiences and surroundings. My surroundings and people that I have interacted with are totally different than yours or hers or his living somewhere else. That’s reality and it is inevitable. However, I am not giving anyone a bad image. I have no intention to give anyone a bad image, because I am the last person on earth to talk badly about people. I don’t gain or lose anything if I do, so why do it?

I will tell you guys something. You see, although I write so much criticism on this blog about various topics that pertain to my culture, but I love, adore and respect it. When you love something so much, you criticize it to make it better. You make your voice heard and try change it. My way of pertaining this love is to talk about the positives and negatives. It’s like criticizing a musical ballad. It’s still beautiful, people listen to it, but you have to criticize it so the next time a new music ballad is made, it would be much better.

Outcome of the Continuous Criticism

Over 60% of my daily readers are none Arab. But why? Simple. They relate to me. They feel they have a connection to me as a human being. I am no different than them. I just happen to know another language, have a different religion, but I am a girl with similar problems and opinions about life. Therefore, they have a different view of what Arabs really are now, because I try to represent one as being just another human being like everyone else.

Over 60% of my daily readers are none Arab. Again, why? Simple. They are interested in cultures, but they don’t know where to find someone talking about it so freely, and discussing the goods and bads like anyone else. No one is perfect, but some think that their culture is anyways, and rebuff any negative opinions toward it.

This week, a lady emailed me a very pompous message saying that she loves my blog, because she loves Arabs and is married to one. Not only that, she moved to an Arab country because she does!

My response: Sweet!

Enlightening me with your Thoughts

Finally, I have been so busy with life, and I know many people have been emailing me asking me questions and awaiting a response.  I apologize that I haven’t replied yet. I am behind with over a week’s worth of unanswered emails. I usually don’t reply to all of them. Maybe only 90% of them, and the other 10%, well, somethings I don’t have an answer for.

I can’t answer a question about married life to an Arab and the problems that arise. I don’t have the experience to do it, so why make up something? I am just trying to not give you an opinion about something that I have no experience with just to make me look like I know everything. I am not Dear Abbey. I don’t know everything, but I do know a lot, because I really think hard and is very logical (programmer’s brain).

Therefore, bear with me people. My life is hectic as it is. My daily blogging has drastically decreased since I started this new job of my mine 6 months ago, and it got way worse when I started taking classes again in January. I am trying really hard here, and my blog is not the number one priority in my life anymore like it used it be for the past four years. It is just number three!

The beauty of all that I have written today is that I am thankful to be alive. That I have a good active and busy life, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that my culture grows again to stamp its prestige in history.