Saturday, December 31, 2005

Let's make LOVE not WAR in 2006

A special someone sent me this beautiful e-mail, He lifted my spirits, just when I thought he forgot all about me, I get this!

Wishing you a very happy New Year.
May the coming days be filled with joy and happiness.
May peace reign all over the world.

I love you Amo Khalid, and wish you the best ya katkoot :")

* I know its a forward and it was sent to all of Saudi and every single person you know, but I love u nonetheless*

Here is a little something for all of you; awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Neatly rolled and Neatly tied
Are a 100 hugs inside
To your heart from mine
Whether your day is good or bad
You'll find a hug for every mood; happy or sad
So if you should feel the need
From a great big hug from me
Simply open the box
And get yourself a hug!

For you from me!

Could I get any sappier? I think not! Mwahahhhahahaaa!

posted by Noor on 10:52 PM


Wednesday, December 28, 2005

The Muslim Hijab Covered Lady

A Genuis Adorable poem I got by e-mail:
"Read carefully and throughly, envision clearly

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 un-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 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 their own 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 liberated
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' ;)

To all the poor women out there, who flaunt their bodies like a cheap Crystal instead of a rare diamond. And Whom think they are liberated and free becaue the can wear a bikini. And assume that they have fulfilled their womenly rights by strutting and swaying what their mama gave them, You maybe be pretty, but never truly respected.

posted by Noor on 10:55 AM


Friday, December 23, 2005

meme meme

I've always wanted to do a MEME, but no one memed me :( so I'm memeing myself yaaaay :)
*courtesy of Mochness Monster* I changed it a bit.

3 Names You Go By:
1. Noor
2. Anwaar (Not Anwar like the ma9ri name no , Anwaar jam3 Noor)
And you can't call me that unless I really love u, cuz ismey aldala3 dah. ha ha
3. Nawara , for some reason old women call me that?!
4. And the oh so famous ,,,,Um Siraj

3 Parts of Your Heritage:
1. The best part of my heritage is that my mothers' a descendent of the prophet (pbuh) a Shareefa if you will.
2. Indian
3. Turkish and Egyptian

3 Things That Scare You:
1. Sarooji, at night when we're asleep and he comes up to the bed next to me, and scares the living daylights out of me.
2. I'm not fond of reptiles , major eyw.
3. Airport Cops

3 of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. Siraj
2. Bubblebaths
3. Reading

3 Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. A pink Tiara, seeing that I am a QUEEN, of course...
2. A white t-shirt
3. A long pink prairie skirt.

3 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the moment):
1. Nirvana
2. Paris Hilton-- so she has one song but its awesome-- *screwed*
3. Mariah Carey

3 Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love):
1. Happiness
2. Bliss
3. Content

3 Truths:
1. The world is achanging and people are getting worse and worse.
2. Sex appeal is getting way out of hand.
3. Mothers Rock, the things they go through to make us better people. They deserve to be on a pedestal and admired :)

3 Physical Things that Appeal to You:
1. Men's voice.
2. Women's Tone.
3. Children Laughter

3 of Your favorite Hobbies:
1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Loving.

3 Things You Want Really Badly:
1. mama's Sub7a *rosemary I guess*. I love it and want it.
2. My great grandmothers love ring from my great grandfather. I SO WANT IT. It's beautiful and clearly old, and it radiates love. It's a yellow gold ring with a blue stone centered in the middle.
3. To go to heaven.

3 Places You Want to go on Vacation:
1. Italy *Lovely memories*
2. Japan
3. Maldives

3 Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. Make a difference in the world, something that would change humanity forever. In a good way of course.
2. See Siraj becomeA man that would make me proud, a MAN by every means. A man that others would look up too and think highly of.
3. Memorize the Holy Quraan.

3 Ways that you are stereotypically a Girl:
1. I love shoes and handbags, Like love them. I can never have enough.
2. Diamonds, make my day, hell they make my year.
3. I'm kinda shy *does that count*?

3 Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit:
1. My sisters getting older, I still view them as kids.
2. Being fair skinned can be pretty.
3. I say "like" alot.

3 Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. Whats Mohammed doing RIGHT NOW?
2. When I am going to finish this thing?
3. I just want one more Hershey kiss.

3 Stores You Shop At:
1. In Switzerland there was this Amazing little place called SUD. It had the best clothes, very chic and adorable. I count it as my fav shop.
2. Karen Millen, love her.
3. Safeway

3 people I haven't talked to in a while:
I honestly can't recall, I try to stay in touch with my loved ones awwwwww.

3 songs you are listening to right now:
I don't listen to songs on Friday *Jumaah*

3 books you are reading or have read recently:
1. Quraan Al-Kareem *Sorat Alkahf.
2. The other side of the story by Marian something
3. Stupid House of Saud, I haven't even finished the first chapter, it's that boring. Besides the guy holds way too much hatred towards Al-Saud. And it's getting me on my nerves, because as bad as some of them are, they can't be as he pictures them to be.

posted by Noor on 11:56 AM


Tagged by ( .son)

I'm using my little brothers pc so basically its his desktop.

posted by Noor on 11:50 AM


Wednesday, December 21, 2005

20 and Kicking

I looked in the mirror today and found 4 bright Red golden hairs- I'm slowly turning into a Leprechaun- , did you see that movie? The scary one? With the tiny dude, that was scary? That looks like chucky? Their both perverted. All scary movies are. Not perverted just nasty. I don't like that word. I don't like a lot of words. But sometimes people can say nasty in the end of a sentence and it turns out to be hilarious. Like really funny, Sami used it once, with the whole britney spears thing, you made me laugh Sami HA HA HA.

I kinda liked Britney when she got pregnant and fat. All pregnant ladies are pretty. The glow like alot, and they cry too. I cry alot. Well I subject myself to crying to get what I want, shut up don't tell me its shallow or childish. Everyone has something, crying and pouting is my thing. I should really stop doing it. I want to be called Queen Noor, whoah like THE QUEEN NOOR. Like the other queen Noor the Jordanian Queen Noor. She's cute.

So I've turned 20 today. I'm freaked out for some reason. I know it's weird but I am. And I ate like a whole liter of chocolate mint ice-cream. And then finished half a bag of hershey kisses, that's when mama stepped in and told me she won't take me to the faisaliah tomorrow. I need shoes. White colorful pretty slippery glassy Cinderella like shoes, but they have to be like 3 inch heels. Have to, where the hell am I going to find them?

There is a lebanese girl called Cinderella , people call her sandy. What were her parents thinking? Baba thinks I drink WAY TOO MUCH TEA. I tell him you can never have enough of twinings. My daddy is handsome, like way handsome . M7md is pretty too. I like to buy him clothes and dress him up. He is in Dubai now. Did I tell you we might move there? I also like to dress up Siraj. He used to have really long hair but Baba cut it. They say Dubai is nice. I wouldn't know, I haven't ever been there. Siraj has beautiful hair mashalla. I wanna be on Oprah. I'm starting to get sleepy. Madonna's is starting to annoy me, khalas we get it your hung up ya5eey. I'm off goodnight

posted by Noor on 10:39 PM


Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Opinions in Blogger

Just because you do not agree with a person; thoughts, idea's or whatever, does not give you the right to attack their character.

These days in Blogger land alot of individuals seem to attack each other all in the claim of giving their opinion. Each and every person is entitled to that. But there is no need to be mean and harsh.

Being subjected to "rough talk" is mean. I personally have gone through that, and understand the others point of view, as well as respect it. I have seen many others being subjected to the same. And I am sure both parties mean well, but communication is a must, and having civil debates is what we should ensue.

I truly hope that we can spread respect at the same time giving out opinions good heartedly without the need of a referee.

posted by Noor on 9:46 PM


Thursday, December 15, 2005

*Graduation Dinner Party*

As I promised you darlings before, we will now converse about my spouse's graduation.
Let's get down to business.

Set in the lush snowy mountains in Montreux, Switzerland. Facing the Gorgeous lake Of Geneva in the Amazingly Classy Montruex Palace, the dinner took place at 7:30 to be presice.

Lets start with my lovely darlinging attire. A long chocolate brown dress with just a hint of a train gliding in the back. A precious little overcoat worn oh so elegantly on the shoulders. A beige headscarf. My looked reeked ROYALTY to the max, but its not the clothes that make the person. On the contrary. The posture, pose and that certain je nas sa pa, that dazzles a person away. I know what you're thinking the Queen of PINK has resorted to wearing BROWN!

*Gasp, Shock* No No save that for later. Because be as it may, Brown is elegant during the night and black is well black, everyone wears black, so that was a no no.
Ready to gasp and shock for real now? Drumroll please,,,,,,, NO MAKE UP WAS APPLIED! mascara does not count -- I never put make-u with hijab, but I thought this an exception, but hastley retreated to a bare face, and ended up shining anyways. ( I'm so trying to boost my self-confideince I hope it doesn't show,,,,,, that much)

Let's sum up all that was there, great food, nice people, and banat ma yisata7u( ecky girls with no shame)

Why I'll tell you WHY! Just as we entered and sat down ( we includes; me, hubby, his daddy, and his father's friend) a walking thing that consisted of skin and bones and a feathery so called "shawl" headed our way. Obviously a classmate, OK great I can show off my people skills I thought. She buzzed passed others headed straight our way and pulled my husband to her for 2 kisses on the cheek and a congragulations mohammed we are finally finished. yipee hooray woohoo.

I stood still and just stared at them both.

Both my husbands father and his friend had retreated to looking at the coat hanger. While my husbands face was drained of color. The anorexic lady had dispatched herself as soon as she said hi to us all, just a simple hello no more. And left to smooch the other males in the building. Being the dimplomat's daughter that I am, I quickly recovered from the state of shock and replaced my tight pressed lips in to a beautiful warm smile.

(*Please note: I don't care that it's NORMAL or OK or WHATEVER for people to kiss each other and give a slight hug someplaces in the world. It's not ok, it's just not, so please don't give me an, oh please noor she didn't mean it, as in a bad way, they just greet that way. Yes she did because Arabs and Muslims regard it as Wrong and everyone on the face of th is planet knows that)

So natuarlly there was going to be hell to pay, I don't care that she was the one that pulled him. I don't care that he was sorry. I don't care that it was a first. I simply do not care.

(Ladies please note: It is important to make a man yeild to you. You have to be in control, torture is always a must. Make him feel guilty without saying a word, without a single glance. Men liked to be ordered around , even they don'y know that. We must have the upper hand always.)

Sorries and I love you's, baby your beautiful, damn its only you blah blah blah doesn't cut it. Actions speak louder then words. And I heard two mwah mwahs that ring in my head to this very day! So he was sorry and I was sorry as well. And we ended up with a truce. See how nice I am.

The lord works in mysterious way, cuz he knew I was still pissed just as I excused myself to the ladies room a dashing blonde came my way and started conversation. He was just too walad ni3ma for my liking and I have had enough of that type with my sweetie. We were saying goodbye and pleasant talking to you etc, he extended his hand in the form of "I'm going to kiss it". And I just stood there looking at him; like excuse me are you for real? But still his hand was unmoving and still in its postion waiting for mine. And I wanted to die right then and there.

Superman arrives in the nick of time just as I ever so slowly gave my hand and a little weird shake was given and goodbye. Ofcourse a smug little HA escaped me.

So I'm being a DRAMA MAMA shoot me, actually don't please, it'll hurt for sure. I mean bite me, well no, not that either, that would hurt too. Umm just be nice.

Over all it was really nice, we had such a good time. Meet alot of new people that were adorable.
And water kept me high through out that whole night. I drank a good 2 large bottles of whatever water was served not to mention that it was with gas, so yeah, I was the party blabber that day, yaay

posted by Noor on 11:41 AM


Monday, December 12, 2005

UPDATING from swiss

I'm back in Switzerland,,,AGAIN. But this time I came without Sarooji and utterly depressed. I miss him, man.

anyways for those wondering, NO , I still haven't been put in some freakish tea rehab for the obsessed and querkly challenged thank you very much !

Sooooo I went to my hubby's Graduation yaaaaaay!!! Had a blast, I was the hot hijab gurl on the right of the hot prestigious Man. *details later*

We are now stuck in Montreux, it is deathly cold, and I dislike snow. Our meals for the past three days have consisted of Oysters lemon and vinegar with a hint of onions. YA babay straight up raw from the sea. It's slimey sour and delicious. My new addiction, look out world. Noor is obsessed with the eckey, eyyek.

Gotta run I have been delaying packing for the past hour to snuggle warmly in front of the TV and Madonna's hung up, I'M hung up on you umm something something...

ohhh one more thing I borrowed the new rage book in saudi, Banat Al-Riyadh from M7MD's friend, as in he'll never see it again. I can't wait to read it, not that I am a fan rather that I can't wait to critisize the bnt. Love it or hate it, that's the way the world works sweetie. *Again more on her later*

caio caio

posted by Noor on 8:34 AM


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