Follow the yellow brick road…

It is with the deepest regret that I announce that I will be leaving Canada’s capital city, my home for the past 5 years. I had dreamed of moving to Ottawa since I was 12 and I still consider Ottawa to be my dream city. So why am I leaving? Because I have to follow the yellow brick road, of course! Let me explain: in the past months my relationship has completely broken apart, I lost my job for the 2nd times in a year and my employment insurance was withheld far beyond the 3 weeks it should have taken. … Continue reading Follow the yellow brick road…

Guilt tripping, shame and honesty!

Some people have had at me for being “shameless”. Shamelessness is usually a derogatory term used to guilt people into silence. I don’t understand this concept. I don’t understand living in regrets: life happens, we make mistakes, we ask for forgiveness and we move on — hopefully with the intention not to repeat our mistakes. I am not going to say that I have absolutely no regret and I am not particularly proud of some moments of my life. However, there is no use to denying that it is, indeed, my life and while it was not all glitter and … Continue reading Guilt tripping, shame and honesty!

Muslim men make my hijab haraam

I’ve talked a few posts back about the experience of being female and being subjected to hoot, hollers and howling: it bothers me… a lot! More recently, a friend discussed her desire to stop wearing hijab. Her reason? She has received more unsolicited comments on her appearance from men, in the form of cat calling and overt sexual interest, since wearing it than she has without. Some people were quick to blame her attitude, stating that she must be giving signs, opening herself up to it; others told her that hijab did in fact bring more attention on her than … Continue reading Muslim men make my hijab haraam

You know you don’t have to do that!

Peace and blessings. So Ramadan is right around the corner and I am, I must admit, dreading the long hours of fasting in the warmest weather of the year. Ramadan in Canada will be taking place during some of the longest days of summer averaging 17.5 hours between dawn and dusk. Yet, Ramadan was –and is– a large contributing factor to why I am a Muslim. After my first 30-day fast, I was in awe of  the insight it gave me on my body, on the greatness of God’s power of creation, and God’s ability to instill a will into … Continue reading You know you don’t have to do that!

Les tomates mûres | Ripe tomatoes

Je n’ai jamais été une enfant difficile à nourrir  Comme la plupart, j’ai essayer d’éviter les croûtes de pain à une certaine époque et je ne suis toujours pas amatrice de macaroni au fromage — que voulez-vous je suis une enfant bizarre. Mes aliments favoris ont toujours été et seront toujours les légumes et les fruits, de préférence frais du jardin, sauf les tomates. Je haie les tomates. Ou devrais-je dire j’haissais les tomates? Ma grand-mère avait l’habitude de faire pousser des tomates dans des pots sur son balcon. Ses tomates, elle nous les apportaient lors de visites. J’aime énormément ma grand-mêre et ferais n’importe quoi … Continue reading Les tomates mûres | Ripe tomatoes

Ain’t No Hollaback Girl!

The sexual harrassment of females at the hand of males is nothing new and far too often, women are told that they are to the ones with the ability to control the harassment. Even worst, women are recurrently told that they should take harassment as a form of flatery. That is unnacceptable! Would you accept that your mother, sister or wife be harassed, touched our catcalled in your presence? Of course not! Then why is it implied that we should take it as a compliment when the comments are turned towards us? Luckily, the Qu’ran and multiple hadiths speak of … Continue reading Ain’t No Hollaback Girl!