Why Do White Girls Love Arab Men?

There i was, sitting sipping my coffee in Renee's cafe. iPod on full blast, i sat there waiting for my frend Elizabeth so that we could swap psychology notes. We met 2 minutes later, greeted each other with a kiss on each cheek and ordered more coffee. Then out of the blue she asks me if she can listen to my iPod, i was like sure, why not?

There she is with my iPod, suddenly i gotta use the toliet, so while i am trying to figure out where the soap dispenser is, shes outside flicking through my iPod, and what does she find? A picture of my older brother, who btw i only knew existed a few months ago. As soon as i sit down she asks me, "Hey is your bro single?". I was like what?!! " You went through my pics?" After 2 mins of me having a total freak out, i calm down and look at her with a smirk, as if to say hmmmm, why u so interested in my brother? this is wat we said, well briefly, i couldnt possibly write everything!

Eliza: Hey your bro is so hot, set us up Ahlam, oh come on be a frend.
(I gave her a surprised look)
ME: Can't, sorry, hes in saudi.
( A big smile on my face :D)
Eliza: oh, ok, well never mind, next time eh?
ME: yh, wat ever, ( i roll my eyes)
ME: hey why u so into arab guys?
Eliza: Dunno, i guess the way they speak, their skin colour, their smell.......
( At this point i spit my coffee out onto the floor cause i was bursting with laughter)
ME: Their smell?!!!! Wat the hell? Wat do u mean? ( I look at her face which was so blushing!)
Eliza: Well the perfumes they use arnt available here in London
ME: that's cause ur not looking in the right places, there r loads of arab shops in London
Eliza: yh......well we better go back to ur place and do our notes there, seems like its gonna rain.
ME: OMG, i left my washing out!

At this point we gather out belongings and run to my place, i guess i never did get the answer to my question, jst part of it. If you knw any more feel free to let me knw :D

Questioning My Friendship

I need to know if you're my true friend

Will you be my side until the end?

Can I tell you my secrets deep,

And trust them in your heart you'll keep?

Neither of us without our flaws,

Can you accept mine as I will yours?

I'll be a shoulder to cry on when you're blue,

Will you be there for me when i need you?

No matter how busy I will make time for you

If you're busy will you make time for me too?

I will take your hand and comfort your tears

Will you hold me and soothe my fears?

I will give you joy and many warm smiles,

Can we share that even across many miles?

I will not forget whats important to you,

Will you remember whats important to me too?

With you my most favourite things I'll share,

If only I know do you trully care?

If you can accept me as I do you,

Then i will know you are a friend most true.

"I'm in Love with Death"

I'm Sitting in the corner of my dark room,

Waiting for my painful doom.

Tears are falling from my eyes,

Like stars in the endless night sky.

He presses the cold razor blade against my arm.

Why is he taking so long to cause me harm?

I'm so in love with death.

I can't wait till he takes my last breath.

The blood is flowing out of my vein.

Why the hell is it taking so long to drain?

He's crawling on top of me.

He whispers in my ear that he's going to set me free.

It's been so long since I've felt this way.

To know that I might die today.

I'm so in love with death.

And he's finally taken my last breath.

Rest In Peace

This is about someone I recently knew, i just thought i would pay her a little tribute. RIP

dont expect this to rhyme or to even be good, jst a load of crap i wrote on the bus home

There she lay
Throbbing, screaming,
Yelling his name.
She knew love was lost,
But what about life?
Judged by the way she dyed her hair
Judged by the way her skin was unnaturally fair
Judged by the way she hid the shame
Judged by the way she felt the pain
Judged by the way she just wanted to belong
Judged by the way she just wanted to feel loved
Her friends were scared
Her teachers were terrified
For the way she looked
For the way she acted
She was different
She was an outcast
For the anger she held
All she could have taken
She was afraid she might break
She just wanted to be loved
To be held tight
Through the bloodshed and the fear
She was full of hate
Afraid of the world
That saw her for what she was
She just wanted to be accepted for who she was
Her friends noticed a change,
They noticed the pain
Her friends asked her if she was ok
She answered
Her voice full of shame
The way she wore her clothes,
The way she styled her hair
The music she listened to,
The boys she liked
They noticed the cuts, the scars and the anger
Up till that day,
She was alone
With nothing to live for,
She took her last breath

RIP Aleesha Abd Al Hamed

1990-2008

Passing My Arabic Exam

Those that know me would knw that my arabic is very weak even though i am saudi. Its a long story, but to cut it short, i never spoke arabic at home.

So, now in college, i took a beginners course for arabic and i passed :D

I got a big shiny red A on the front of my test paper, while i flicked through it i saw my mistakes but one of them stuck out. one of the questions was asking me when did the battle of badr take place? and for the answer i wrote الله يعلم because it was the last question and it was only worth 2 marks. anyway, while flicking through i saw that they had given me the full 2 marks for it :D

anyway, i am going to carry on studying arabic after a short break. it was intense, but worth it!

ciao xxx

Dance Classes

My day started with me being late to class, i arrived 15 mins late due to my car giving me troubles. As soon as i stepped inside the class all eyes were on me, the substitute teacher told me to wait outside, i waited 10 mins and said forget it! I was outta there, i dont need the hassle of maths.

i was angry at the fact that under qualified woman told me to wait outside for 10 mins! i mean come on!!! she didnt even hear me out. anyway, i decided to go to the library to pick up some books which i needed, and my at the library my attention was drawn to a small pink sheet on the notice board, this was my ticket from boredom.

i attended the dance class and waited there, i was the only one in a hijab, but since it was all female i took it off, then the dance teacher came in! Jessica was sooo fit and toned, her curves were in all the right areas and she was the right height. i couldnt stop looking at the way she would gesture to us, i was soo jealous.

at the end of the dance lesson, i took the courage in talking to her and finding out more about dance, she said to me if i had the heart to dance then i would definitly make it :D thats the kind of encouragement i hav been wanting to hear all week, instead all i get is if u do this, if u do that.

anyway, cant wait for my next lesson, i knw i will never be as good as Jessica but i definitly knw i will try my best.

ciao xxx

My Mother

I never knew my mum, jst stuff from her diary and stories told by the people who loved her. This poem is for all those people who never knew their mothers, even if they still have them.

Each night I shed a silent tear,

As I ask God in my prayer.

To let you know I love you,

And just how much I care.

Take my million teardrops,

Wrap them up in love,

Then ask the wind to carry them,

To you in heaven above.