Something went terribly wrong with my database … and now I lost anything written after August 29th … including comments!!! sorry to all who took the time to read and comment… I did not delete your comments…

I admit, I am frustrated… ugghh … my Handala post will return soon!!

Enjoy your weekend,

-Iman.

In the West Bank city of Nablus, civil servant Mohammed Daraghmeh said he had MBC blocked at home so his kids couldn’t watch, but the family vowed to watch it at an uncle’s house and he backed down.

I laughed out loud reading this just now … It reminded me of that one evening when I was visiting my parents back home this summer … We had guests over (thats always so much fun, I tell you! Especially guests who over stay their welcome.) and I guess it was time for Noor to come on, but they wouldn’t have been able to make it back to their homes in time so they asked if we can turn to MBC.

My father said we don’t have MBC, that he discontinued this channel. All puzzled, I looked at him and said: No, we have it. I had it turned on earlier in the day. He looked at me and said: No Iman, we don’t have it. I discontinued it the other day. Still not realizing why he was saying that, I said: No, really we have it…here, if you give me the remote, I’ll show you…and so I got up to grab the remote from him…that’s when he gave me his infamous look that has this utterly unique ability to make me pee in my pants. That’s when I understood that he simply did not want to turn to MBC because he does not want to have to sit their and endure watching stupid Noor! But his reasons have nothing to do with not wanting kids watching it!

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Isn’t there a particular month out of the year that you just abhor, despise and just completely hate? that you wish never existed? that you wish you can completely eliminate? If you can get rid of one month out of the 12, which one would you choose …and why?

You know what, it’s not even worth giving a full review. I was very interested in reading the book mainly because I read that it is autobiographical account of a highly educated woman, who taught at Ivy League Universities. I believed as her area of study being Anthropology - or as so she claims, it would add a lot of substance to the book for I thought she would historically link her own experience as a callgirl to culture and relate them to modern society . Reading her ‘autobiography’ was disturbing. It was very poorly written. The writing was choppy. It lacked smooth transitions. It lacked substance. It was utterly pathetic.

After I finished reading it, I found out that Angell appeared on Oprah where she admitted that she was not a university lecturer as noted in the book. The book which dedicates quite some heavy content about her students, the subjects she is teaching, her Dean, and the staff, she even tells us about her office, tests, bla bla bla. The truth is she was a High School French teacher.

From Social Anthropology and introducing a new course on the history and sociology of prostitution at some top Ivy League school such as MIT and Harvard to a High School French teacher. Doesn’t that say a lot about the book? I believe so. As I read on Amazon, “upon further questioning by Oprah–actually, it was Oprah repeating the same statement of “You did this to make yourself look better.” Over and over–Ms. Angell finally admitted that, yes, she kept the fictionalized elements in the book to make her look better.”

Well, well. And there we have a ‘highly educated woman’ talking to us about morals and ethics in her pages and wanting us to understand where she’s coming from when in fact her account is based on a big lie. I contacted MIT - the Dean of the Anthropology Department - they confirmed that no such person taught with them and no such course or even similar course was ever or currently is taught at MIT. The Dean of the Divinity school at Yale said he never heard of Jeannette Angell. How do you trust a liar? If a lot of what she says in her “autobiography” is just a mere figment of her own imagination then most definitely this book should have been labeled and marketed as just that - Fiction!!
I called her Literary Reprsentitive and gave my strong opinion about the lies decorating her so called true story and asked him questions for which he couldn’t offer me any answers as he was stumbling on his words trying to find something to excuse the big lies… I asked for my money back

I contacted her Publisher. They claimed that at the time the book came out, and marketed as a true story, they were not the publishing copmany. They instead gave me the UK based publishing company to contact.

Ok, I think I just gave it more of my writing time than it deserved.
From the first few pages, I was able to deduce that her story is full of bullshit, but still wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt.

What a low attempt at insulting the intelligence of your reader, Mrs. Con-Artist!

Aside from war, violence, poverty…What could make someone so damn bitter!

Every single day is living proof that people are the worst disease to ever plague planet earth.

In the words of Einstein, A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!! (I need to add a New Category: WTF?!)

Winter! I HATE hate hate hate winter…

(and potholes…and  assholes)

Every single day I try to remind myself of the scattered potholes all over Butterfield road…but everyday I sink into at least 5 deep ones… Should I start driving on the sidewalk to avoid them?! I hate hate hate hate potholes… What the hell is wrong with the City of Oakbrook?! seriously. And. I hate hate hate people…in general, they’re insensitive, ruthless, and selfish…

Happy Tuesday:)

that when you feel like crap, you look like crap too?!

What’s the point of a Wedding Reception/Party?

Isn’t a very important part of this very intimate night is so we can enjoy each other and our day with our family and closest friends? How will you enjoy by being on two separate sides?!
If you choose to have a separate wedding, I guess it’s your right; it’s your night after all…it just doesn’t make sense to me what-so-ever…Religious reasons?! okay, I may be a bit dense, but it still doesn’t make sense…Once you start going to ’separate’ restaurants or ’separate’ malls, it may start making a bit more sense then!

I HATE separate weddings…

Pulling up to the drive-thru of my bank earlier today…

Teller: How can I help you?

Me: Yes, I’d like to make a deposit.

Teller: For how much?

Me: [I say the amount]

Teller: Oh, I cannot take that right now. I am sorry we’re about to close.

Me: What time do you close?

Teller: At 2

Me: What time is it now?

Teller: It’s 1:57

Me: Okay, so it’s not 2 yet! (Read on …)