A Sore Throat and Pink Hijab Day

Hey, Salaams blog readers!


Yesterday, after I cam back from school, my throat started hurting, just a little but though. After I had some delicious barbecue, (baba makes THE BEST) I finished my homework and went to sleep. Then, when I wake up this morning, I can barely talk!!! This is the third time I lost my voice.
1st time, got a cold. The "little voice" lasted only a day
2nd time, went to 6 flags and screamed my head off, so I was litterlally without a voice for about 3 days
3rd time, today, it was cold, and, I guess my throat felt it, so, i can barely swallow, and, for a few hours today, it hurt so much i couldn't talk too much.

But now it's better alhamduliAllah. It was raining CONSTANTLY today. I mean, like, the whole day. It was fun during dismissal though. Not many people had umbrellas, so, when I took mine out, all my friends started coming and crowding under it. After some time, I was like, Hey, it doesn't rain everyday, and pretty soon I'm gonna get sick of it, so, let's make best use! And I just stayed out in the rain. I liked it. hahaha.

I'm REALLY HAPPY THOUGH because the school might just let me be the head of the yearbook group, if they have one. I really hope they do. I've always wanted to be part of a yearbook group.

Since I'm not on the student government, but I am one of the representatives, I told my closest friend, the vice president, to make sure there is a "Pink Hijab Day." The rest of the "Hijab Days" will be when I am most likely vice president, so, I don't worry about those.

Tomorrow is debate. We're debating whether cell phones should be allowed for students or not. I'm opposition. That means I'm going for they shouldn't.


I still can't believe Anwar Al-Awlaki died. I feel like the red ball in the picture. Most people here in America are happy that "The maniac Al Qaeda (they can't even say that properly, for crying out loud!) leader is safely killed." They didn't even try him. What the government did was unconstitutional. Anwar Al Awlaki was an American citizen. And by law, every American citizen is to be tried before being sentenced. I though that No one is guilty till they are proven. I feel so bad and horrible and mad. He used to live in the same city as us, San Diego, and used to be the Imam for masjid Ribat, which I still go to at times. I even attended one of his lectures when he came to our area. Well, my parents did. I just drew and took pieces of  paper with questions from the sisters to him. I even remember, one time, I was really shy, and I took a question to him. And then he grinned and asked me, "Where's the money?" in a playful manner. I blushed and became embarrassed. (now don't go saying, why were you embarrassed? I was 5, for Allah's sake!!!!)  I'll always remember that. He was a nice guy. Ya, so maybe he had a few problems with supporting suicide bombers and stuff like that. I don't support that. But everyone has mistakes! May Allah Bless him and Forgive him.

I'm reading, The Scarlet Letter. It's a very good book. And best of all, nothing inappropriate. Not even kissing, which, in today's society, is as little as nothing. The book may be about Hester doing something bad, but they don't even say the word in it. It just everyone saying she did something sinful and her head should be chopped of blah blah blah. I like the part when they say ye gossips. sounds cool. I keep on repeating it to myself. tehehe.




So long!


A Muslimah

Cute Fall Outfit

I REALLY like this outfit. The blue and grey are perfect for fall, and the purse gives a dash of color to an otherwise dark outfit. Seriously 10 out of 10. Well, actually, make that a nine. Cuz' I'd substitute those glasses for a cute pair of shades. 

But otherwise, like I always say, LUUUV IT!!

Hey, Hi, Sorry,

Assalamualaikum my dearest blog readers!!!


I am SO SORRY I haven't posted for SO LONG. My computer was down, so I couldn't do ANYTHING. It was horrible. But, now I'm back alhamduliAllah, so, let me give you the latest news.


I ran for vice president at school. Me and my closest friend were running. Turns out that I lost by 1 POINT. I know, say alhamduliAllah, but, the most disturbing part was, NONE of my girlfriends in my class voted for me. I mean, how bad is that? I guess at times like these, you really find out who your friends are. I don't blame the girl who ran. She was obviously supposed to vote for herself. But the others, seriously? I really don't know what to say.

They're putting the people who ran but didn't get office into the "Shura Council"  Which, to me, basically means "The group for losers"  But, I guess SOMETHING is better than nothing, right? They'll be like, advisers to the board. Like, before they make a decision, they'll talk to the council first. So, I guess I will have a little influence.

InshaAllah, I REALLY hope to win for next term, which will be start in February all the way to the end of the school year. I'm actually happy, because now, I have a bigger chance of winning the second term, and that's actually the better one, because then you can pick the end of the year field trip and parties and everything. Cool, right? So make dua so I can get it next time inshaAllah.

So, I just MIGHT go to BD (aka Bangladesh) in December. IM SO HAPPY ALHAMDULIALLAH!!!  I also have a new duffle bag, or whatever you call it. The ones that are a duffle bag but have wheels and a hidden handle. So two-in-one. It's green with pink polka dots. And I got a matching purse with it which is pink with green polka dots. May not sound very nice, but, it's cute.

I'm not sure what to wear though. Probably a shelvar kamis. Or jeans. Dunno. I just looooooov traveling. It's so fun.

So, I suppose you'll be waiting for a new outfit now. I'll try to do it today inshaAllah!!  Salaams!!



(and don't forget to make dua!)

Back to School

HELLO AND ASSALAMUALAIKUM EVERYBODDYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I miss writing on the blog. But we have SO MUCH HOMEWORK this year. I barely have any time.

School is cool. 4 new students in class. 1 old student left. poor her :(

First period is Islam. 2nd in Social Studies. (Then Snack) Then it's Literature. 4th is Writing. Following is Math, and then Science. And then FINALLY we have our lunch. SubhanaAllah, by the time it's math and science, I get SO HUNGRY!! Today, in Math, my stomach was rumbling so loud I was afraid others could hear it.

Lunch is fun. We usually play Ninja. My faaavvorite game. Or we just talk and bond. Or we play those clapping games. Right now, the fad is playing "Aggravation." This is how the song goes, along with lots of hands/clapping/movements. (u kno how to play those stuff. like slide or lemonade)


After lunch we have Arabic class and then Hifths. The others have their PE/Arts/Computer time.


Hifths class is OK this year. Not too bad, but not better either. I guess I just have to get used to it. Ms.Marwa is very nice though. No complains on that. There's one thing though. There's 7 boys and 2 girls. Also, to top it all off, the girl doesn't even come half the time cuz she's in 10th grade and has classes and everything. Poor poor me. Stuck in a jungle of boys. Talk about having cooties. And migraines. And having to yell your head off at them. And not being able to move around freely because they're EVERYWHERE. And them asking you why you are touching the Quran with a glove and........... well, you get my point.

Well, I can't say ALL of them are crazy monkeys who actually prove Darwin's people-used-to-be-apes-theory, but some of them are ACTUALLY POLITE.  (unbelievable, huh?)   The other ones well, to say it bluntly, are apes.



I entered the debate team this year. Once a week. Last week we had a parliamentary debate, where we each get up and give a speech by ourselves. The topic was, Homework should be banned. Of course, I was against it, but I wanted to be for it this time because I only had a speech ready for for. AlhamduliAllah, we got for. I was only one with a speech, and alhamduliAllah, OUR TEAM WON!!!!! I was also awarded with the title of "best speaker." I was practically glowing.

This week we have the same topic but with rebuttal. Now I am scared. Because I am not good at talking back. Any tips, please?



I just received an email from zabiha.com.  They said that an indian restaurant called Peacock Gardens opened a new branch in Diamond Bar. Anyone ever heard of it? I hope it's good, cuz I'm gonna tell my dad to take us their inshaAllah

Well, I guess I'll just give my salaams now. Gotta finish homework  :(     :)

My Eid

So, here I am once more to talk about my Eid.

'Tis the night before Eid (I like saying that) we were all excited and everything. So, at like 10:00 or 11:00, I went to my Indian neighbor's house. Her husband and in-laws are Sudani, and her in-laws just came to visit and they brought lots of henna/mendi. So, around that time, I went to her house and she put African-style mendi on the front (the side with the nails) of my hands and a little bit of my arms. She outlined it with black and filled it in with red. It was beautiful mashaAllah. Only problem was, it kinda itched, which usually doesn't happen, and in the morning, when I tried to take off without water, it hurt BADLY because the hairs on my arms were COMING OFF WITH IT. Ouch. I still cringe when I think about it.

So, we stayed up until like 1:00 AM drying our mendi, because my sisters put it on too. Except they only did red and my mom did theirs traditional bengali style. Then when my youngest sister went to sleep my mom finished cooking this special chicken curry called murgir korma. SubhanaAllah, it just smelled so goood. So, when Ammi saw the look on our faces, she asked us if me and maryam wanted some. We just nodded with big smiles on our faces. So, she took a porota (paratha. in Bengali its porota) out of the fridge and after she cooked it, she got a plate, put some curry and gravy, got a mat and gave it to us. If you're wondering how I ate, the mendi was pretty much dry by then and it was on the TOP of my hands, so, i could eat alhamduliAllah. I don't think chicken ever tasted so good.

I slept with the mendi, as I always do, and the next day when I woke up and looked under my pillow for my Eid present, well, you know what happened if you read the post before. Well, I was officially in a bad mood then, but I couldn't show it, because, it's EID MORNING, so I went to wash my mendi off. You also know what happened then. I also had a black swirl mark on my left cheek because I guess i slept on my hand at night. That made me even madder, and I couldn't help but scowl while I washed my face with Johnsen's Baby Soap.

Then I got ready. I wore a black abaya with brown designs on the arms, a perfectly matching hijab (that my mom found in the back of her closet, thought it would go great with my abaya, and hemmed the edges so I could wear it.) And I wore new Nine West black heels (I found them at Ross : D  and a cool ring. The we walked to the masjid.

After prayer and everything, we came home, and my dad gave us Eid money, aka Eidy. I was a bit taken aback and surprised because this was the first year. I got $10, and each of my sisters and brother got $5. Nevertheless, my mood started to get better.

My mom started getting cravings for donuts and a boba shake, so we went to our favorite donut store and bought some donuts, bagels, and a mango boba shake. After we finished eating, we got ready.

I decided to change (or rather, my mother decided for me) and I wore a new brown pishwa, which is basically a shelvar kamis except it's A-line cut. With that, I wore a thick gold necklace, called booter mala because the balls are big and circular. Kinda sphere-ish. I wore matching gold ear rings, and a maroon ring, since there were maroon designs on my pishwa. And I put a little bit of mascara.

Then we drove 20-30 mins to a friends house. I had a bit of grilled chicken, since I was still full from breakfast. I talked with my friend and teased a boy whom I had known since he was 3. Then we drove two hourse to SD (aka San Diego) and I took my friend with me.

In SD, we first went to one friends house, where I had morok polaw which is basically rice and chicken. For dessert, I had rosho golla which is curd balls boiled in a simple syrup. Then I played Wii.

After that, we drove 20 mins went to ANOTHER friends house. From there, we visited 3 other houses because they all lived in the same complex. One of the aunties gave me a present. It was a REALLY CUTE porcelain mug. MUCH better than what my dad gave me.

After that, we drove another 20 mins to ANOTHER friends house. There, we had dinner. We played, and really goofed off. I talked with my old friend who I usually see only on Eid. And we played tricks and scared each other. It was fun.

By the time we came home, it was 1:00 AM


pretty good eid alhamduliAllah

Last Days of Summer Casual

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.