A Woman’s Place

Dear Trapped in the 50’s,

I don’t remember your name, just that you were a misogynist straight out of one of those old 1950’s adds for “Better Home and Garden”. We were on our first date and got to talking, getting to know each other as new couples do. We covered all sorts of topics ranging from the future, work and school, to small talk. Just as I was starting to like you, you came swinging out of left field. “Women shouldn’t work.

Their place is in the home, cooking and taking care of the children.” I stared blankly at you, speechless and unsure of how to respond to such a thing. I took a moment to process this new information. So much of me wanted to yell at you, to explain to you how the world stopped following that archaic way of thinking decades ago. I wanted to call you sexist, misogynistic, insensitive. Instead I somehow managed to muster the strength not to. Instead, I calmly called you out on your bullshit and walked out on you.

By the way, the 1950’s called. Even they don’t want you back.

That woman from the 21st century


Does Time Exist?

My dearest favoritist teacher,

I absolutely adore the way you have no concept of how time works. According to your immeasurable wisdom, there are enough hours in the day for me to:

  • Wake up at 6 am
  • Have breakfast and get ready for the day – 1 hour (give or take)
  • Spend an hour in transit (With added time for waiting for buses that are NEVER on time) – 1.5 hours
  • Get to class from the stop – 0.5 hours
  • Spend nine hours (including lunch) in the class room – 9 hours
  • Get back to the stop – 0.5 hours
  • Spend another hour in transit (With added time for waiting for buses that are NEVER on time) – 1.5 hours
  • Prepare and eat dinner – 1 hour
  • Do about four hours of homework (To be honest I skimmed it or it would have taken longer) – 4 hours
  • Perform my usual nightly ritual (Teeth, wash face, etc.) – 1 hour
  • Let’s not forget bathroom breaks and the usual – 0.5 hours
  • And somehow get enough sleep for the next day.

For those of you counting along at home this only really leaves me 3.5 hours. The exact perfect amount of sleep!

Over-Caffeinated and Sleep-Deprived



What I like about Me

3 Personality Traits I am Proud Of

I am proud of who I am and what I have become in many ways, these are just a few.


  • Ever since I began university, I knew that I wanted to be a doctor. At first, I was set on going to medical school. But, science and math were not my strongest of subjects. That didn’t deter me from achieving my dreams though. I took a bunch of arts and social science courses and that was found my calling in English and Feminist studies.I realized I wanted to teach at a college or university level. I could still be a doctor, just not the medical kind. Between the long hours at work, the time spent in class, staying up to odd hours in the night, waking up early, breaking down crying once or twice a week for various reasons… Needless to say, I worked my ass off to be where I am today. I have applied to various schools and am an acceptance letter away from that ‘Dr.’ prefix. I’m ambitious because I work hard, dream big and aim to succeed.


  • Sometimes I think I care too much. Way more than I should anyway. No, I don’t care about what people think of me, I care about other people. I’ve always been a sensitive person growing up, I still am in many ways… just not as much as I used to be. Adulting gives you thicker skin I guess. Anyways, ever since I declared myself to be a feminist I’ve noticed that I have become more and more aware and understanding of the feelings of another. I sympathize with their pain and try to be as compassionate as possible.


  • Do I really need to describe this? Seriously?

Take Me There

Top 10 places I’d like to Visit

  1. Athens, Greece88786323-56a3b0fc5f9b58b7d0d331f2(For it’s history, mythology and culture)
  2. London, Englandlondon(For it’s architecture, museum and experiencing the tube)
  3. Paris, Franceeiffel-tower-paris-france(Simply because I’ve always wanted to go to the top of the Eiffel tower)
  4. Madrid, Spainmadrid-5(For the culture, art and cathedrals)
  5. Florence, Italy636018720314907846447253188_florence20italy(For the art and architecture)
  6. Sydney, Australiaazamara_quest_in_sydney-australia-sydney(Just because I want to go)
  7. New York City, USAliberty2(For the Statue of Liberty and Times Square)
  8. Vancouver, Canadaaerial_sunset_vancouver_a59b88be-e776-43cb-8d46-efe3117ac949(For the art, music, theaters and music scenes)
  9. Prague, Czech Republicprague_hero(For it’s architecture and beauty)
  10. Giza, Egyptegyptian-pyramids-hero-h(I mean… why not?)

Reading Challenge

Books I’d like to read by the end of the year. 

  1. Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files: Summer Knight 04
  2. Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?
  3. Neil Pasricha, The Book of Awesome
  4. J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone
  5. Alice Sebold, Lovely Bones
  6. Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Le Petit Prince
  7. Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love
  8. Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files: Death Masks 05
  9. Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files: Blood Rites 06
  10. Lewis Carroll, Alice aux pays des Merveilles
  11. Chris Nihmey, Two Sides To The Story
  12. Rae Spoon & Ivan E. Coyote, Gender Failure
  13. Amanda Stevens, Lover Stranger
  14. Debra Webb, Protective Instincts
  15. J.R.R. Tolken, LoTR: The Fellowship of the Ring
  16. Joel Osteen, I Declare
  17. Richard Wagamese, Indian Horse
  18. J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets

Do you have any book suggestions for me?
Please comment down below. 

Single Until Further Notice

Dear Person,

I’m surrounded by couples.

I’ve struggled a lot when it comes to dating over the years. In the past I hadn’t really considered myself to be picky… But now, I feel like people are just… so frustrating. Why is it so fucking hard to find someone I am attracted to or rather grow attracted to, and can have an intellectual conversation with? Is that too much to ask?

I’ve met a variety of people. Some were more challenging than others. I’ve met absolute assholes, ‘nice guys’ who think I owe them something, and guys I just don’t click with.

Am I missing something? Is it the city I live in? The people I surround myself with? Am I in the wrong or am I the one who just isn’t fitting in? Am I un-datable? Am I over-thinking this (probably)?

I just don’t really know. It wasn’t until I came across this one article on my timeline a while back that reminded me that sometimes dating in the modern world really makes me want to punch myself in the face. So please:

Stop asking my why I’m single.
Stop asking me when I’m going to get married.
Stop asking me if there’s someone special in my life.
Just stop asking.

Single Until Further Notice

Take Me Back

Something I miss

I have all the feels about his particular post.

Three years ago (2015) I spent most of my summer in Lebanon visiting family and friends. It still makes me smile when I mention my visit to anyone. I consider it to be the trip of a life time and I can’t wait to go back.

One of my fondest memories from my visit is the time when my cousins and I drove across the country to walk through the Cedars of Lebanon.

As I close my eyes, I can feel the cool, crisp air. The memory of climbing over large rocks and tree roots as I walk down the winding path, brings me joy. The patches of  sun beating down on my shoulders and the warmth it brings my body is exhilarating. I can reach out and touch the leaves between my fingers; their texture is soft yet rough. I am at ease with the people I am with.

I miss:

Family and friends.
The late nights sharing drinks and anecdotes.
The hot days of Beirut.
The family lunches and dinners.
Being called ‘my cousin from Canada’.
Hiking in the mountains.
Swimming in the ocean.
Driving down winding roads to new adventures.
Being teased about my Arabic pronunciation.
Teasing them about their English.
Playing bubble soccer.
Sitting on the beach.
The promises made and kept.
Bar hoping and day drinking.
Dancing in the car.
The shenanigans, pranks, and silly stunts.
The paparazzi.
The way my aunt and mom used to dance when they were happy.
My uncle’s dad jokes.
‘Kiss me again’ as a recurring curse.
… so, so much more.

But mostly, I miss the experience, and the cherished the memories.