I cover myself because “…by covering our beauty, we’re evaluated for our intelligence and skills instead of looks and sexuality. Many women who cover are filled with dignity and self-esteem and are happy to be identified as Muslim women. By wearing hijab the woman is concealing her sexuality but allowing her femininity to shine…”
I’m an artists and accountants manqué! I sleep and i dream. about chocolates, fairies, wishes-coming-true, sweets, babies, twilight, aqua sky and falling in love. everything afterall is possible in dreams.
I like small, broken and empty things, cologne bottles, broken jewelry boxes, small shower gels, and empty glasses. they’re alot like me, small, empty and broken.
And i am an extremist, who sways from narcissism and self-detest. who like me are doomed to feel two opposite things at the same time. suicidal, at the day when they are ecstatically happy.
I’m garrulous and it hurts me a lot, I’m jumpy, jittery, perturbed, an enigma, and i cant do anything about it. I’m a Kaleidoscope of hilarity and sarcasm. I do not criticize now, I’ve corrected it already!
Some days chores comfort me, I like doing dishes it helps you resist insult. I like cutting onion and crying because of it. i actually love cooking cleaning, making my bed and cleaning my closet because I’m a proud woman, and i like girl stuff.
Some days i detest even putting my clothes away. I am a strange mess. I love order and I adore orderly mess. I am a paradox in myself. But i hate messy bathrooms. i hate the notion of sharing bathrooms with anyone, anyone else but me. but i am a sharer. i believe in sharing because its good. till its chocolate and bathrooms.
My handbags are Huge and tattered, i fancy women with small purses, because im not. My bag has to have wodehouse, my notepad (because words can be born anytime, anywhere), a pen (because she thinks learned people always carry one) my Deo, Lipgloss (because i’m a girl), Cellphone, hand-lotion and handwash, stupid pages (old tickets, writtenbills, invoices slips! to-do-lists, because i have a bad memory), wallet, my pictures (i dont even know why i carry them) and memories, with all shapes and sizes that fill in a bag and fill your heart! i love my handbags. and i hate shifting all the content from one to another.
words are joy, i write because i should, because my mind is always pregnant with many of them, because i like details of anything, everything. because stationery is pure joy. i also paint because colors are ecstasy. i create because i am made
that way (alhamdolilah!) i love people and i want to spoil them. and there is no vindication to it.
I feel claustrophobic ONLY when intellectually deemed people have a discussion about so-called deprived, docile woman like me.
As someone says:
“all writers are narcissistic enough to believe that their own thoughts and ideas are well-conceived and the mind which spews forth such delightful goo is beautiful. I am no different from this race of pseudo intellectuals and quasi-scoffers. I’m who I am, I suppose.”
awesome one yaar…”I cover myself because “…by covering our beauty, we’re evaluated for our intelligence and skills instead of looks and sexuality. Many women who cover are filled with dignity and self-esteem and are happy to be identified as Muslim women”…these are the most powerful lines i have come across in a while yaar…great one…blogrolling you…u write really well…
Thankyou Sandeep 🙂
Are u sure.. ya agreed that i too like covering up myself rather than wearin those itsy bitsy skin flashers, yet i feel hijab is little too… wats d word.. ???…
neways… u have explained all ur quirks.. do u know friends dont need an explanation and others dont understand neways..
i read Girls of Riyadh recently… Felt vey bad… are u girls going thru d same???
sorry if i am corny…
I write for myself 🙂 I like describing the way I am and Why I am the way I am.
Whats with the Girls of Riyadh? Please explain?
I cover myself because “…by covering our beauty, we’re evaluated for our intelligence and skills instead of looks and sexuality. Many women who cover are filled with dignity and self-esteem and are happy to be identified as Muslim women. By
wearing hijab the woman is concealing her sexuality but allowing her femininity to shine……so very well put *deafening applause*
Thankyou CN. I am honored 🙂
hey ure a new blogger 🙂
welcome to blogspot 😀
Well Your about me is my Bestest read of ever on Internet!! I first read this on Orkut!!I like the whole about me!! But the one which striked me most was!!
“I like cutting onion and crying because of it”
the closest one was by Mr. Charlie Chaplin!! But he has to wait till next monsoon to cry so that nobody can notice him crying :-D. Yours one is rather more generic cause you don’t need to wait for rains to come. Only thing you need to do is to Cut onions!! :-P.
yes.. onions are always good reason…
You appear to be quite the poet. I like your penmanship…
But, the reason I’m here is to ask if you would tell Afreen Tarannum to stop hitting people for 101 hits at once on MafiaWars on Facebook. It’s difficult on people when she robs them for $72,821,000 in one instance. I WILL be reporting her to the Mafia Wars creators as ‘abuse’, and I imagine that her actions, and those like her will cause the game play to be changed for the entire world. I hope you have a Blessed day today! Thank you for your assistance…