Monday

I woke up at 5am [Yes, its that kind of post], and got ready. I had packed my suitcase the night before…’see, how clever I am’ (my Mom’s catch phrase, nvm you won’t get it). I got in the shuttle and got to the airport two hours early, cause that’s how excited, and cautious I am. I slept once I got home.

Tuesday: I ate alot of my mom’s cooking. Yummmmm. Oh, I realized I got fat. Boo.

Wednesday: I can’t remember what happened here…oh wait nvm. i went to my undergrad with my brother, to help him get motivated for his internship application and stuff. Insha Allah he will get spot.

Thursday: I saw a movie during this week but idk. My husband and I went to dinner to Cheesecake Factory in Jersey… loved their veggie burger!

Friday: Jummah! We went to Brooklyn and prayed Friday prayer and I spent the day at the in-laws home. Daal and kabobs tho! We saw a movie, ‘Kingsmen’…. not as good as anticipated. Boo.

Saturday: I slept, ate, and then my parents took all of us for dinner. We got there around 12am lol. The food was mad good though…chicken tikka!!! Oh and CHAI.

Sunday: I packed and now I’m waiting to board. See you in a few hours, Chicago. And we’re back to no-one-wants-to-talk-to-her-cause-her-bad-character.

Peace…

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Typical.

Here’s a rant, because everyone imposing talking about their old-brown-people-ideology is getting on my nerves. I hate being Brown. Not my ethnicity, or the country where my parents are from, just the usual social-suffocating life that a female has to be forced to go through. I tried to change that, cause Islam gives women rights, as you might or might not have read about when I wrote that eye-opening post way back when . How many people are you gonna try to convince, so the second option I have is to avoid them, ’cause I can’t give into this family drama anymore, and cause if I don’t like it, I can only pretend for such a small amount of time until I get all cranky and everyone starts hating me. In short: I can’t act fake like other people.

Words I hate:
– love…its not real. So stop talking about it. Stop lying to people about it.
– compromise…is real, but to an extent. STOP TRYING TO IMPOSE SOMEONE TO LIVE LIKE THEIR NOT USED TO…this leads to resentment, hate, annoyance.
– life. What have I become.
– feelings…psht. I like being a robot. Accept it, or don’t.
– uneducated, i.e. if you have the opportunity, you should get educated…yes meaning go to college and get a degree and learn some grammar.
– loser: a MALE who stays at home or on the streets wasting everyone elses, including his own, time doing nothing.
– Disgusting loser: a MALE who expects females to cook, clean, work, take care of your dumb kids and everyone elses, work and give you her money, and live like the idiot ladies on Star-plus serials, but as dirt. Oh I hate you all.
– NY. yes. I’m never going back. Why, cause I dont have a home there anymore. Stinks right? Well, I was told something else and not told other things, before making the most rushed decision of my life. So yea. I’ve embraced Chicago…I actually wanna live here forever now.

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Wildberry pancakes, Chicago, IL. ❤

– swear words.
– insults…making fun of people behind their back. In my defense, I am talking about a general topic.
– urdu… I used to love it. It was so soothing and soft spoken, before. Just don’t nag others to speak it if they don’t, annoying much? You knew what you were getting yourself into.
– Punjabi…eh. just eh.
– sloppy joe. WHY.
– change. Its ok if its changing for good, but NEVER try to change anyone…aka being a pain to be around. No one wants to be around someone who can’t accept another how they are. Durf.
– shoulder. I can’t pronounce this word.
– finals…yea, I should go study now.

-Peace out.

Stupid Culture

Don’t get me wrong, but being cultured is a part of becoming knowledgable and understanding different groups of people. Thats a great thing. Traveling and absorbing new cultures creates character, tolerance, and makes you kind toward humanity [at least thats the way I see it]. And then there is ‘following dumb cultural traditions’. Oh, this gets on my nerves! I hate it so much. If I know someone and I find out he or she follows a certain cultural tradition that disturbs peoples’ or an individual’s life including my own, I start disliking them slowly. A lot.

This is problematic. So, I turn to Islamic teachings and try to find out if Islam agrees on these traditions or its just stupidity passed on by generation to generation. The latter comes to conclusion most of the time. Then, I take a deep breath and confirm that I am not crazy.

One of my missions in life is to abolish the ‘people think this’ or ‘what will they say’ or ‘but thats how it is’ norm. And, I WILL NOT GIVE UP.

The hard part is when you want to potentially ‘like’ someone, but their thinking is stuck in that profound nonsense. Its so hard not to hurt their feelings. You have to take risks. I try little by little, but when they aren’t getting it, I have to talk about it face-to-my-intense-I-almost-hate-you-face.

Good luck to me.
I hope you all had a great ThanksGiving.

Ignore the fortune.

Hello,

   I’d like to write a serious normal post for you all…or even for myself. The time is exactly 1:41am here in New York [as I typed the time atleast]. I have been a-not-so-motivated-person for the beginning of this summer break that has been granted to me, Alhumdulilah. However, yesterday I did try, mind you. I went to sleep early; in our home this means around 11:30pm. I did fall asleep, which didn’t make sense, since I woke up super late that day. The next morning I woke up at 5:15am. It was an accomplishment, but then I wanted to sleep for a bit more, because my darn ego wasn’t very satisfied. I layed there for a good three hours (I think), and fell asleep. But, lo-behold [is this right?], woke up around-um-idk- 12pm. And then, fell asleep at 8pm, woke up at 10:30pm. OMG. What’s wrong with me. Ugh I hate this. Urg… Dang, pardon my rage.

A poem

So a post, I have finally typed.
For this late I’m fairly hyped.
My mind likes to wonder.
Stories of the past, it ponders
It hurts, but then it doesn’t.
It can if I let it, but it mustn’t.
A fortune cookie once read,
‘Not to analyze the tales all dead’.
I laughed and just ate the cookie.
That was me ‘before’. A rookie.
Well, why should I turn my head,
For every moment, I certainly do not dread.
They make me who I am.
And as for analyzing every bit of time…
I shall keep doing so. It is that sublime.
-Eva626

Well, that took a whole other turn. Lol. It kinda does tie into this post…especially the beginning. I think. See, still not gonna stop analyzing. Dumb fortune cookie. I wish I had one right now.

Oh, a treat for you all.

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Yum.
Peace out.

Room

So whats going on with you guys? I am just here in my room and have been wanting to write a post about my life…lol. This is such a bad way to start this post. Watevs.

Anyway, I love my room. I was talking about this with my roommate and she probably just thought I was strange. I love the way its arranged, like the position and location of the furniture pieces. Its just perfect. I am also glad that my roommate dibs her side of the room first, ’cause it worked out.

Cheese-less grilled veggie pizza. Chicago Eats

Cheese-less grilled veggie pizza. Chicago Eats

I’ve gotten close to a few people here and I can already see most of them keeping in touch with me after my time here, InShaAllah. Well, thats not certain since, like most of you, I too thought some things would happen and they kinda faded. I guess its ok, because everything happens for a reason.

So, I love where I am right now. Its hard…the studying and class part as usual. Hopefully I keep on striving and make my parents proud.

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