22. Egyptian. Live in SoCal. Engineering major. Bit of a nerd. Usually playing sports, video games or just hanging out. Doesn't really matter what I do but who I do it with, it's all about the company.
Nothing better than coming home to a welcome home party of loved ones after weeks of separation and isolation. Reminds you of what you have to always look forward to, and above all else, being grateful. Makes all the struggles worthwhile and that much easier.
Her smile, whenever it broke through her shy and reserved walls, highlighted all the cute “imperfections” that made her feel self-conscious. It lit my heart like a fire burning in my chest. Her laugh (not the kind of laugh rehearsed in front of a mirror to be able to pull off on queue to every corny joke a guy would say on a first date) was so enchanting, I had never heard a more genuine version of her sweet voice. She became my definition of beauty. She became my only idea of love.
I will come out of the shadows to this god forsaken site that seems to harbor indecency and cowardice more than anything if anyone ever messes or even tries to mess with my family and loved ones. Although I should probably save my breath.
But for the anons thinking they’re clever, they really aren’t. I’m not sure what’s worse, You thinking you’re funny and thinking this is appropriate “joking” or that you think this cheesy cowardly shot would give you some sort of weird twisted satisfaction you’re seeking. It’s pitiful and yall seriously need a life.
Whoever the anon was, you probably know us (for reasons that won’t be mentioned and don’t matter) so I’m not sure what kind of relationship we have or how and when we’ve met or even crossed paths. But you were so over the line that you better hope we don’t run into each other, because if we do, I will drag you all the way back behind that line that you should’ve stayed put at, you will have eaten so much of the very same dirt and trash that you are along the way.
If you personally know me, or have went out of your way to stalk me, don’t waste your time and send me anonymous messages trying to ridicule me and my family. It’s not cute. Those aren’t jokes, you’re just being obnoxious and highly inappropriate. This shows that you have no decency. And inshallAllah you stay as far away from me as possible if I do know you.
Who dare disturb my slumber! *blows dust off account* what is this…. A note?
Also urban dictionary, why you gotta make a guy look bad smh
I was tagged by morrawr and dysfunctionalmoment
They didn’t have my full name, but this is close enough I guess. Thank you urban dictionary; you sure know how to flatter a woman [flips hijab].
Anyways, I tag: libyanprimadonna yad-aljauza champaynebaba seeking-virtue basicallyanythingcute contributingmore shakenbaake @anyone else I forgot.
Note: Surret Yaseen is a work in progress. After that, Surret Maryam will be worked on. Thanks to those who share and like our posts to help us rake in some Ajr.
Just 6 days left to support our brothers and sisters. Alhamdulilah we have already reached our initial goal of 50 shirts. We are trying to get this number as high as possible in these last few days. Please support this and donate in these blessed days. May Allah (swt) relieve their pains and may he reward you for your support. Its only $20 and you get an awesome shirt. Its the ;east we can do and its something most of us, if not all, CAN do. Lets get this number up!
Ramadan mubarak
P.S. This year we have also included a long sleeve option because we realize how uncomfortable it can be for our hijabi sisters to have to wear a shirt or sleeves underneath, especially in the heat. Also some of us, me personally, kind of dig it more lol Anyway, another reason to buy! haha :)
The Lions Mane Jellyfish is the largest jellyfish in the world. They have been swimming in arctic waters since before dinosaurs (over 650 million years ago) and are among some of the oldest surviving species in the world.
Please stop turning every “commemoration” or “anniversary” of every tragic point in history into some festive get-together. Those that are dead, or who’s lives are still at great risk, could care less over your dabke routine, ‘nationalist’ songs you’ve written for them from 6000 miles abroad, or the fancy slogans you’ve plastered over your car window and bedroom. Just. Stop.
So many people see so much in me, that I do not see myself. Apart from the fact that I am horrible with taking compliments, it always raises the question in my mind of how well I truly know myself. Or if I simply being fake... And that horrifies me