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 […]
Tag: oma
Oh my Allah – like omg
‘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 […]
