Plural Marriage.

This is moreso addressed to Americans than anyone else because, well, that’s the only country that I have experienced extreme Islamic bias.

A lot of Americans complain that Muslim men are allowed four wives.  They also think that Muslim men are oppressing their wives by “making them wear hijab/niqab, long sleeves, modest clothing and forcing them to be housewives.”  But mostly, they complain about the four wives thing.

Have you Americans actually looked at the Bible?

You Christian Americans?

You Anglican, Catholic, non-denominational, Lutheran, Methodist, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Mormons, Presbyterian, Anabaptists, Baptists, Pentecostal, the list goes on Christians?

You Christians who just classify yourselves as “Christian”?

Your fantastic current faery tale book?

You know, the one that’s still being changed daily to fit your needs and wants so that they are fulfilled?

Have you seen some of the stories of how a lot of men married like…eighteen women or what’s his face married and had a little over 700 wives and concubines?

Okay, in America, there’s a certain group of devout religious people (I can’t remember if it’s a string of Mormons or what), who practise illegal plural marriages.  In the States. And these men marry MORE than four wives.  Pop out a bunch of kids.  The wives don’t work. They wear ugly dresses and hairstyles.  They’re not alowed to have jobs.  These men restrict their daughters to a very close-minded way of life and these men FORCE their daughters to marry older men.  They have no say as to who they marry.  They don’t have a voice in their own homes.  And a lot of these “sister wives”, as that one popular show is called, live together under one roof.  Which is a bit weird because it leads to competitions of being the husband’s favourite or who is better than who in what.

And yet, you don’t do jack about it.

You just want to “help” the “oppressed Muslim woman”.

Unlike those women, us Muslimahs actually work.  Have jobs.  Can drive, believe it or not.  A lot of us CHOSE to become muhajjabas and a lot of those same muhajjabas started wearing niqab.  And those niqab wearers AREN’T EVEN MARRIED OR COME FROM MUSLIM FAMILIES.  :O  We’re fulfilling an obligatory duty that Allah azza wa jal has prescribed for us as He (swt) has prescribed to the Sahabiyat (may peace and blessings be upon them all).  A lot of the Muslimah “house wives” CHOSE to become house wives.  Why?  Because it is better for them and as Muslimahs to stay at home, and take care of the house, WHILE THE HUSBAND IS AWAY.  Not to mention, it’s mentioned in ahadith and the Qur’an for women to protect the house and duties of the home while the husband is away.  It’s better for the children to be raised by mummy while the father is away fulfilling HIS obligations of providing for the needs of his family.  Some of these house wives work from home.  Like, making hijabs, niqabs, abayas, food, cutting hair, running an online business, running online magazines.  And guess what, THEY GET THEIR OWN INCOME!  :O

Saywut?

And in Muslim plural marriages, most Muslim women actually get their own home.  Own.  Home.  Self.  And they protect that home as part of their duty to their husband and to Islam.  And a lot of Muslim women involved in plural marriages are happy.  Haaaaaaaaaaaappy.

Granted, there ARE Muslim women who truly are oppressed and are forced to do things they don’t want to do.  But don’t categorise one oppressed group for a group that’s NOT oppressed.

And stop trying to downplay on this whole “plural marriage” gimmick.  Okay?  You think that’s nasty…look at your own Bible.  LOOK.  Really read.  I don’t care if it was like…2000+ years ago of written work, you read what it says.  Don’t tell me that today’s Bible doesn’t say all of that, because it does.

Respect it, don’t neglect it.

This has been an UNPOPULAR OPINION.  See that?!  OPINION.

Since I’ve Been Married…

…I am now supposed to be everyone’s go to for a man and or a woman.

LOL.

Omg.

I should just open up a halaal marriage service.

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Not gonna’ happen.  lol.

But I have been trying to see if there are any available whatevers for my friends who DO ask for the RIGHT intentions.  Then from there, there will be walis/mahram services and I will not be the go-between because I ain’t servin’ to be nobody’s wali, ya hurrrrd?

I can’t be a wali anyway.  :O

Odd Ball Out

My training is going very well at Teleperformance, but I’m the only American and the only one who’s native language is English.  When we’re on break or when they start yelling at each other in Arabic during games (lol), I’m like, “Cool story bro, tell it again as I sit here with my undivided attention.”

:/

But overall, it’s been wonderful and I’ve made many friends.  I have a favourite.  She’s awesome.

Oh, and if you’re checking in on me on my main page, I realise that it’s hard to see the Newer/Older buttons at the very bottom.  I’m going to change my layout here pretty soon insha’Allah.  I like the checkerboards, but…I don’t like the fact you can’t see those navigation buttons.

Thank you, Hadiyah for mentioning that.  :D  <3

Anyway, it’s hot here today.  I got blood drawn for my headache issues, and I’m bored.  lol.

Stay tuned next Saturday for an update, I suppose.

I feel like tumblr peeps get taken aback when they find out I’m half Korean.

They be all…

OMGLOLWUT?  UR KOREANZZZZZZZZZZZ?

And I’m all…

Yeah bruh.

And they be all…

OMG, I’VE NEVER MET A KOREAN MUZLUUUUUUUUUUM.

And I’m all…

Baws.

And they be all…

ANYONGHASEYOZZZZZZZZZZZZ, THAT’S ALL THE KUREANNZ I KNOWZORS.

And I’m all…

Cute.

It’s annoying.  If you can’t speak Korean, don’t even attempt.  And yes.  I’m half Korean.  And a Muslim.  At a statistic showed that in 2002 or 03, there were an estimated 600,000 Muslims living South Korea, without the exception of Pakistani and Indonesian migrant workers.

Out of 4.8 million people.

Okay?

And I was born in Seoul.

Which is IN South Korea, if you have to be all, “WHICH KOREA, NORTH OR SOWF…HAR HAR HAR.”

That question isn’t funny, either.

The majority of Koreans you’re going to meet in life are from South Korea.  Get with the programme.

Even though I haven’t seen my husband in the last few days, I have no right to complain. He’s coming back from his trip tonight or tomorrow, insha’Allah…

I’m sitting here and thinking to myself, “You know, my sister-in-law’s husband is in Qatar and she won’t see him until October.”

And there’s another sister on tumblr who’s husband is a few continents away and can only visit him maybe a month or three out of year.  Maybe she visits him more often than not, but regardless.

I have to say, I’m quite impressed by the level of patience and strong will they both have while their husbands are away.  Granted, their husbands are not military personnel.  But they are still people who are very much a part of their life; however, they are in a different country serving their purpose for their family.

So, masha’Allah to the sisters who have the most outstanding patience.  I know you have probably cried, have been angry, upset, and depressed when they’re gone, but they are hurting to be with you, too.

Alhamdulilah for husbands/spouses who are good and are trying to make life better for us.

Alhamdulilah for sisters who know where their places are and have sabr.

And alhamdulilah for the plans that Allah azza wa jal gives to each and every single one of us, even if we don’t agree with them.  We still follow because Allah azza wa jal knows best and better.

Word of Advice

Get over your stupid grudges and hates.

You waste your time, hating and loathing that person over nothing.

It screws up your concentration and learning and unfortunately, ends up in backbiting.

Just get over it.

In fact, get over yourselves and your stupid ego.  You don’t have to like them, but you should love them for the sake of Allah azza wa jal and show each other some dignity if you can’t show each other respect.

I vow not to spoil my future spawn

Especially 2 year olds.

I’m going to make them fear the Dragon Lady, her Korean slang of doom, and my hand of pimp slaps.

I will give them spankings when needed and I will make them disciplined.

Okay…

Maybe I won’t give them that many spankings, but honestly, I kind of like the way us 80s kids were disciplined.

Us 80s kids that were raised by Asian, Black, or Hispanic parents.  lol.

I mean, the beatings were terrible, but how many of this generation’s kids actually get grounded?

Or how many small children do you see get stopped with a sucker in their mouth because their parents will NOT discipline them in public?

I am going to make sure I follow through with my disciplining.  None of this, “1, 2, 3 or else crap.”

It’s going to be a “1 TO 3 BOOM” discipline.

My child ain’t going to get spoiled.  I swear.  I’m going to improve the stink eye by practising on my niece.  She’s kind of getting it, unfortunately, my sister in law who’s not married spoils the crap out of her.

And I hate it.

:/

Ya Allah, give me guidance for when I DO have children.

Hijab Debate Via Tumblr

I’m sorta’ kinda’ sick of it.

It starts off like this…

Girl 1:  Omg, brothers need to lower their gazes.  I’m just wearing hijab.

Girl 2:  Don’t tell me what to wear.  I can wear my skinnies all I want.  YOU CAN’T JUDGE ME.

Girl 3:  I’m SOOOOOOOO hijab-ier than you.

Girl 4:  Girl 3, no wai, I wear khimar.

Girl 5:  pfffffft don’t make me niqab whip you.

Girl 6:  Abayas will take you to Jannah.

Girl 2:  You’re still judging me, I can feel it.

Okay, firstly, yes, only Allah can judge us BUT Muslimeen were given guidelines on how to judge others for our own benefit.  The Prophet salalahu alayhi wa salam used a certain technique of judgement so that we are able to distinguish ourselves from the munafiqoon, the khwarij, the Ahmadis, Christians, Jews, etc.

You’re right about brothers lowering their gaze, but you posting pictures of yourself on social networking sites such as this and facebook and omegle and whatever isn’t helping them lower their gazes.

And maybe it’s the fact you’re wearing makeup or wearing clothes in a way that IS catching attention.

And since when were wearing skinnies “hijab”?  You do know that hijab is not just wearing the headscarf:  it’s the way you present yourself to the society:  clothing, attitude, speech, the whole shebang.

And sisters, as was mentioned by another post from another post, stop, stop, STOP putting yourselves on a hierarchy.

Firstly, women wearing niqabs are no better than those who wear khimar are no better than hijab are no better than no hijab.  Quite possibly, the most modest sister can be rotten underneath her modesty whereas the least modest has a great imaan.

You cannot judge your imaan based on the way you dress.  It’s all about action as well.

You want to debate about hijab, you best believe you need to be turning to the Qur’an and Sunnah to look up the criteria for what IS hijab and best be start practicin’.

Ya hurd?

Asalaam alaikum wa rahmatulah.

Maybe it’s just me and my weird, incessant mind to overthink things

But it really bothers me when I see your hijab pins sticking out like a freakin’ hedgehog out of your head.

Like…I can’t even fathom.

I’m one of those mujahhaba’s that like to conceal their hijab pins, ball and all.  Sometimes, there’s the occasional awkward place where I can’t conceal the ball.

But I’ve noticed this a lot in Egypt.

Women of all ages have needles and ball heads sticking out left and right and I’m like…lolwut?

Some of the different colours of the hijab pin heads are nice and look like dainty pearls, which I’m okay with.

But I really, REALLY hate seeing the pin just sticking out of your scarf.

Is this just me?

Or am I…no, I’m sure this is me.

What the French Door?

I log in to this tumblr and I see all these posts about mocking Islam and I’m all like

“WHO DOTH DARES TO MOCK ISLAM?!”

And then I see this Saudi Sheikh meme and I have to be all…

Astagfir’Allah.

‘cause I ain’t laughin’.

and then I find out it’s made by some Shi’a so go clickity clack to his blog and I’m all like…

Audibillah.

What the shirk, man?

Gross.

I have to go make wudu now.

I’m just…disgusted.

Why are some of the peeps still saying “alayhis salaam” after Ali radialahu anhu?

I don’t get youuuuuuuuuuuuu.

coragem:

Usually, I’ll only tell people I’m a revert if they ask me. Because at the end of the day, whether someone has been a Muslim all their lives or for five minutes, they are still a Muslim. 

People need to realise this.

Agreed.  As much as I like telling my revert story or telling others I’m a revert, it gets tiring.  The over zealousness and praise for “Oh, masha’Allah, you’re a REVERT” get old and quite honestly, a bit embarrassing.  We are not better than the next person, nor do we try or WANT to be “better” than the next.  We’re Muslims.  We’re Muslimeen.  Some of us like telling the story or don’t mind it, but don’t over-praise us.  We don’t need it.

I finally, FINALLY made my first batch of henna in Egypt

It will be ready tomorrow, which is Thursday, and your Wednesday, which is going to be my yesterday and your today.

I hope I confused you.  XD

And I have some GREAT pictures of my two year old niece doing hard labour chopping up molokaiyah.  XD

Insha’Allah, I’ll have those pictures up tomorrow or Friday.

Oh, and making this henna was definitely different.  Since granulated table sugar is never available in this house, I had to grind some sugar.  You know how Sugar In The Raw looks like?  That’s basically sugar here in Egypt.

I pestle’d and mortar’d it up.

XD

My niece wants a butterfly.  I best be practicin’ on my artistic skills.  I really DON’T want to make a butterfly on her since doing images of humans and animals are haraam.  But she’s a child.  But the Qur’an and Sunnah is so much more powerful than a two year old.

:O

I’ll do a nice flower.  XD

Alhamdulilah.

Omg, I’m rambling.  I had like…three four pieces of cake and shay bi laban.  XD  I’M SUCH A FATTY.

But as Pamela would say, PHAT IS IN.  XD XD XD

I miss her.  :(

What I Really Hate About the Metro Station

It’s not the fact that there are no lines when you buy a ticket:  expect there to just be a bum rush of people to just bombard the ticket counter.

Or that the cars get super full at certain times of day or just at certain platforms. I get anxiety when I get off and on at Sadat or the connecting platform to and from el-Maadi.

Or there are people who sell little stuff that you don’t need.

It’s the fact that hardly ANYONE takes the stairs.  99 percent of people will take the escalators.  And I hate it.

Yesterday, I was telling Ahmed, after coming back from the Blue Nile, that we should take the stairs because everyone was taking the escalator.  EVERYONE.  I know that he and I were full and tired, but still, I didn’t want to take the escalator.

And I haven’t for the last few times I travelled by myself to meet friends.

Stairs are so much better.  And I’m sure they miss my feet because they are rarely walked on.

It just disgusts me that people will shove and push for the escalator.  I mean, I understand that there are women with children or old people or people who cannot phsically get up the stairs.  They SHOULD take the escalator. It’s more convenient.

But if you’re in good health and you can walk and bend those knees with no trouble, seriously, yallah, get your butt up those stairs.  It’s a lot faster.

Alhamdulilah.  Don’t forget to say that.  YOU, my friend, can actually take the stairs.

Food I’ve Had in Egypt Thus Far :O

This weird bologna type meat.  It’s better than bologna.

Rumi cheese, three different types of white cheeses.  One is like a crumbly blue cheese, another is delicious and creamy, and another is in a white block that is also sweet and delicious.

Four billion types of bread.

Fatirah.  Plain, custard, and cinnamon/sugar.

Shrimp.  YUMMY.  I’m not talking about the regular little shrimpies, I’m talking head and all.

Lots of tea, carcadee, peppermint, and anise.  Oh, and coffee, including Turkish, which I STILL don’t like.  :O

Oranges!  Nom nom nom.  Tangerines.  Apples.  Mango juice.  Apple and mango juice is a totally different experience here than in the States.  Oh, and Sugar cane juice.

Milk from a bag.  :O

Rice.  Egyptian style.

Two types of pizza, one of which came from Pizza King.  Ten times greasier than in the States.

Fries.

Tahmayah.

Chicken, two different types so far.

Kofta.

This delicious curry type dish that isn’t curry.  I can’t remember the name.

The green stuff that looks like slime.  It’s delicious, though.  Mordakayah!  That’s it.

Ice cream.

A biscuit mama made with raisins.

Another type of biscuit, and another, and another, and another.  They like their tea time.  LOL.  :D

Fool.  Apparently, as of yesterday, I like mine salty.  :O

Koshary.  Yesssssssssssssss.

Mashy.  YES.  Double yes and an “Ameen” to that.

There’s still so much to try!  But I don’t wanna’ be a fatty.

Oh, and dates.  And pumpkin seeds, and peanuts, and chocolate covered peanuts, and molasses ew, and honey, and carrot jam, and date jam.

So much to experience.

And the water hasn’t killed me, yet.  lolol. :D