Here’s the gist of what I’m about to drop on you: Tuesday, February 26, I decided to take off my hijab and informed my parents. Consequently, I got disowned. It lasted 10 days because my younger brother gave them an ultimatum. A crazy woman in our community caught “haram” me at the grocery store. It […]
Author: Nura Thalab
To know about me, read my “East and West fusion” . This blog is an act of self-expression with some humour. If I can’t laugh at the absurdity that is life then I shouldn’t be here. Enjoy.
Going to the cottage and other fun things white people do
***this post had failed to upload. It was to have been posted June 2018. I just realized it*** I’m going to let you in on a dark secret I have. I’m truly and utterly ashamed by it but I think this is a skeleton that needs to come out of the closet. I’ve never been […]
The 4 Cs to Selling your Soul and Destroying the Lives of Others
Every day seems to be this uphill battle. But dammit, I got on really good hiking shoes and gear that’s making the battle less of a struggle. But, it’s a struggle nonetheless. Ok, isn’t the struggle what makes the achievement worthwhile? Yes, but I want it easy sometimes. And I don’t want to struggle all […]
Thank you, from a former child refugee
I blogged before about how being a refugee sucks. It really truly does. I mean, imagine having to flee your home because there is no other option. Mind you, I love the keyboard warriors named Janet and Debbie telling South American parents to stand their ground and fight. Yes, Janet, they’ll fight the drug cartels […]
dis·en·chant·ed | hope·ful
ˌdisinˈCHan(t)əd/ adjective – disappointed by someone or something previously respected or admired; disillusioned.”he became disenchanted with his erstwhile ally” ˈhōpfəl/ adjective – feeling or inspiring optimism about a future event.”a hopeful sign” For a hopeful and optimistic person to feel true gut-wrenching disenchantment is like no disappointment I can imagine. Now, as the definition says, […]
Anger, Self-hate and People-hate
I’ve been trying to figure out which came first and which is a result of the other. So far, I’ve had a chicken-egg dilemma that doesn’t seem to be getting any close to a resolution. So, which came first: the anger or self-loathing? Which is a byproduct of the other? I can’t tell. All I […]
I got 99 Problems, but haram ain’t one of them
I’m really trying to pace myself. Maybe a post per day. But I can’t right now. I have so much going on and at the same time I have so much to get off my chest. My feelings about this whole exercise is a revelation with heavy elements of confession. I want to show the […]
You’re going to hell, and other judgements
My mother recently told me I may possibly be going to hell. Yes, apparently she has that knowledge. So, wondering who I had wronged that would warrant me receiving endless fire and brimstone-style punishment, I asked: “why do you think I’ll end up in jahanam, mama?” “Because of that stupid piece of hair that sticks […]
Wasta, it ain’t just the Arabs
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that white people had wasta. What? Impossible. The West is this magical land of fair rules and queues and democracy. Where everyone gets a fair chance and women don’t need a #MeToo movement and the incompetent director’s godson managing your division doesn’t get away with everything, including sabotaging your […]
‘Aib, #1 excuse for Arab parents
I hadn’t been to my parents in over four weeks. By Arab standards, doing that should get me disowned. No life excuses, responsibilities, pains or tribulations, or I-just-don’t-feel-like-it reasons can ever be used. None. Just means I’m a piece of shit daughter. By Arab standards. My parents live 12 minutes away by car. If I […]
