Evil Eyes and BD

Hi assalamualaikum everyone!!!!!


Hope everyone is doing well. My cold is better now alhamduliAllah. Just have a cough a a very clogged nose. Hate that part.

But, other than that, everything is going well alhamduliAllah.

Today was back to school night, and I tried out a found-out-by-accident-trick. When my father was talking to one of my teachers, she said I was really good and everything, and then, of course, my father asked if anything was wrong with me. Then she took a deep breath. What I did was, I looked at her with really big, innocent, questioning, daring eyes. But all the while innocent. It was weird. I made my eyes so big, and put so much passion behind them, that my plan worked. My teacher hesitated before saying something about me. And she said it in a small and quick voice. Can you believe it! AND she was the principal also. (I know, I know. Why is the principal teaching me? Because she just does. That's my answer.) I was able to slightly manipulate the principal!!! And I kept on doing that until I guess my father saw me and shooed me away.

So, I went outside, feeling reckless. We have a big tree right outside the fence of our school and one thick branch sticks in that you're not supposed to climb. So, feeling naughty like I was, I looked around for any teachers, and climbed the branch. I sat on the branch, I swung on the branch, and from there, I stood and sat on the fence, I laid on it, I swung my feet over it so I was almost out of the school. My friends were like, "You don't seem like a person to climb trees!" Perhaps I don't. I usually look very proper and everything. But sometimes these spells take over me and I become.......different. And plus, I can barely ever resist climbing a perfectly climable tree. I just can't.

Then, I played tag, after so long, and ran really hard, and started panting, but it was fun. Then we all went to the bathroom and took off our hijabs and complimented each other on our looks. Hahaha. Cheesy, I know, but, who does not do that?


LOL. I know I sound really immature. But I have spells.


Before doing all this though, form 4:00 to 5:00 I was just cleaning our classroom. Let me tell you, our classroom ALWAYS looks HORRIBLE. But, after an hour of cleaning and decorating, it looked semi decent. So, I left the room content.


The director has just decided that hifz class will be up till 4:30 from now on. But, with packing, and rapping up class, and waiting for Baba, school will really end at 5:00. So, from Monday, I'll be home at about 5:15 everyday except Friday. I don't mind much. As long as the boys don't get too crazy with the hot chocolate.

And remember how I said that SOME of the boys in class were polite? Well, scratch that out. You should see our room at the end of the day. Looks like a tornado hit it. None of them are real gentlemen. THEY DROP STANDING FANS ON EACH OTHERS HEADS. AND PLAY SWORD FIGHTING WITH MARKERS.  And what do I do? Sit down and once I get too irrated I yell. Well, kinda raise my voice, but in hifz class, it just so happens that my voice goes down a few notches. So, once I go, "Can everyone please STOP??!!!!"  Well, then they get the message, and calm down for a few minutes. But, after the silence has wore off, they get crazy again. What can I say? Apes.

WE SHALL BE GOING TO BD INSHALLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We'll be going on Emirates. Most likely December 9th to January 14th. I'm so happy!!! You don't know how much I've been wanting to go to Bangladesh. But we're only staying for 5 weeks. How sad. The last two times we went we stayed for 5 MONTHS. Oh well. AlhamduliAllah. At least we're going.





We're gonna read The Giver at school. I'll probably finish it by Wednesday. Has anyone read it before? It sounds really good.










Can't wait for.......................Dunno what. But I'm so excited!!!

Baby, It's All Good!

This is such an awesome poem! It’s too bad that the author is unknown. She’s very talented and has basically voiced the thoughts that are on the mind of every hijabi.

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can’t see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated;
They think that I am limited and not liberated.
They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain ‘free.’

Well, free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used,
Describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that I do not have opinions or a voice;
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice.
They think that the hood makes me look caged,
That my husband or dad are totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear…

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One up above.
On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were too ashamed to play by God’s rules.
Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See, I have declined from being a guy’s toy,
Because I won’t let myself be controlled by a boy.

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren’t busy looking at my behind .
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause;
The role that we play definitely deserves applause.
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility;
In the back of their mind they wish they were me.

We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt;
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt.
So, you see, we are the ones that are free and liberate,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure.

So, when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying, ‘Baby its all good!’

Taken from MuslimGirl.net