BD, Dubai, and Chilies

InshaAllah we are most likely going to BD (Bangladesh) on the 8th of December and coming back on the 14th of January. We shall also be staying in Dubai for 2.5 days inshaAllah. (Dear friends whom I know personally, please do not disclose this information to anyone. It could get be in big trouble.)

In BD, we'll have so much fun inshaAllah. Especially me and my cousin. We decided that one day we'll make dinner together and make foreign food, and then another day we'll steal out by ourselves and roam the city

InshaAllah, when we go to Dubai, Imma buy a siutcase full of abayas inshaAllah, cuz' Duabi is the place to get abayas, as far as I've heard. I'm also gonna visit Burj Khalifa inshaAllah, and I'll go all the way to the top floor with my dad inshaAllah, because my mother has a phobia of elevators. (not phobia phobia, she's just afraid of them. She won't go on the unless she has to. But not like she's sick or something.) Then I'll take a pic in the highest floor of the tallest building in the world inshaAllah. And, if we stay for the night there, as we most likely will, I'll ask my parents to take me to the fountains. I saw a video of them on youtube, and they're beautiful mashaAllah.

We'll be staying most of time in Sharjah. I really wanted to go to the beaches, but it's very unlikely. But still, I'll do some of my begging that I'm really good at and maybe we can go. The beaches are best there in January anyways.

I'm hoping to get some really cute and funky abayas there, instead of the cheap, ugly, bling-bling ones they sell here in America. I still don't know what to wear on the plane though. Any suggestions?


I hate hot chocolate made with water by the way. I know it's so random, but today, in hifths class, two of the boys went and made hot chocolate for everyone, and they made it with water. So, hot cocoa made by boys + made with water = not as good as I like it. I'm gonna turn down the hot chocolate tomorrow. I've gotten sick of it anyways.

I have a Quran project due on Friday and I practically have nothing done. We have to make a poster board about Quran. But since it's going to be shown in CHEP Expo, which is basically a day in which all CHEP students show their amazing works, the teacher wanted something big. So what I'm gonna do inshaAllah, is, I'll take two green foam poster boards, and I'll cut the spine of two binders, with the rings. Then I'll super glue them together like a book. Then I'll take poster paper with information on the Quran and put in the the binder rings. So, it'll be like a Quran. I'll obviously put golden designs on the cover too. And, I'll make a Quran holder too, so the "Quran Book" can sit on it, just like a real Quran. Don't you think that'll be nice?

Yesterday in lunch time I had rice and dhal (lentil soup) and fish. The fish had like, 5 chilies in it, so one of my friends were like, "Hey, dare me to eat this whole thing?"

"I dare you. And if you don't, you're a coward"

Then, she slowly took the chillie and put it in her mouth!


She chewed and chewed. "It isn't that bad you know."  Then her eyes got wider, and her cheeks got red. She started panting like crazy, and made a beeline for the water fountain. When she came back, all of us were doubling over with laughter. He nose was running and their were tears in her eyes. She made me do it too, but I swallowed it before it could get too spicy. But it still left a burning sensation in my mouth. Think about her. Poor girl.

Today, we were pretending to be mean to each other and I was tickling everyone. I can usually "out-tickle" everyone because I'm not ticklish anywhere except the bottom of my feet. Then we took one of the girl's water bottle and we kept on passing it around so she and her bf couldn't get it. What happened in the end was, the girl's bf and I were holding and pulling the bottle, when all of a sudden, I squeeze the bottle and pop! All this water falls on the other girl. I was laughing and laughing so hard.








A Muslimah




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My Ramadan

Assalamualaikum and Eid Mubarak to everyone!!

I really am sorry for not keeping u with the blog during Ramadan. But, I'm back now, so, let me give you a short fill in:

Aunt (Dad's little sis) came for 5 days
I do the Quran contest.


When my Aunt is pretty cool. We call her Choto Phupi, which basically means "little Aunt" or "younger/youngest Aunt." She's a doctor, I think for kidney or something like that. She said it's very depressing, because most of the time there's not any solution to the problem. She lives on the border of Ohio, and works on the border of Pennsylvania, all alone. I feel really bad for her. She lives in a two bedroom home with no one to keep her company except the TV. Not to mention she just went through a slight depression because when she came i could barely recognize her cuz she was so thin....................................

So, I think she really enjoys coming here. Our house is smaller than hers, and ours is FULL of people. When she comes, there's 7. And it's all fun. Sometimes its annoying, but Baba always says that later on we'll miss it.

The night Choto Phupi came, my mom made really good Bengali food, and we all ate till we were full. Then we all went to the living room to get our stuff. Auntie just came from BD (AKA Bangaldesh) so, we were sure to get lots.

My sisters got LOTS of clothes. I got two new shelvar kamis, and a bag full of pens, a ring, and two bracelets. And the bag.

The first day, we were all sitting at home and getting bored, so we thought we'd go to Lagoona Beach. I was like, "Why not?" I guess everyone else was thinking the same thing, so we went, and came home before 5. I was amazed. That was like a record breaker compared to our other visits.

Then, another day, Choto Phupi took me to Ross, and I bought a really cute ans funky hijab, a ruffled sweater, and a pair of black flats. I just LOOOOOVE my Aunt.

When she was leaving, I could tell my dad didn't want her to go. As a big brother, I think my dad is especially attached to his sisters. Even the one older that him. He took my aunt into a looong biig hug. And then watched her go. I felt bad for both of them, because even though my Aunt seemed cheerful, I knew her long enough to know that she was hiding a crying heart.

Ever since the "certain incident" (which I cannot tell you because it is family business. Even I don't know everything) everyone has gotten more attached to Choto Phupi. She really suffered through an emotional breakdown. Now, my mom calls her almost every other day, and I'm happy. There's a chance that she might move here, closer to us. My Grandmother really wants her to. It would be good.



No, about the Quran contest.

Not much, except I was SO NERVOUS, I thought I forgot a word (I know, I'm dumb) and stumbled on it, but I got it right. I don't know if the judges liked it or not, but they said a big mashaAllah and JazakaAllahu Khairan, and the lady looked at me with BIG WIDE EYES. I just hope I'm not humiliated.


Eid was OK. I got the worst eid gift though. An ugly green pen, a plastic book mark, a snickers bar, and a sheet of stickers. I mean, what type of ___ year old likes that? (I'm not gonna tell you my age just yet. Maybe five years later or something. But I am old enough NOT  to like those stuff)  I'm probably gonna ask for something else. Like, when I memorize another Juz or something, I'll put it all together and ask for an abaya from SHUKR. Now that's something I would LOVE.

I'll tell you about my eid day in another post. This one is getting too long.