So, we went out to dinner for my dads birthday….I did not have fun. I asked my mom if I could drive because I thought we were going to the cute little French cafe by the movie theatre. It’s literally three minutes from my house. So I drove there. And it was all good. But… Continue reading Asians are Horrible Drivers (that includes little brown girls like me)
Don’t act like you’ve never had this problem. We’ve all been there… You’re in your bedroom getting ready to go out with your friends or to work or maybe school (notice I did not say “date” :P), and then the disarming stench of masala seeps through your vents. At first you think it could be… Continue reading Do I Smell Like Curry?
No seriously. They ALL know each other. Take twitter for example. I’ve seen this happen plenty of times before. One brown girl makes a twitter account, and within a month she has two hundred followers. I don’t understand that. I make a twitter account I get like, ten followers, majority of which are spammers. And… Continue reading Indians on the Internet: Why do all brown people know each other?!
Last July James Holmes shot 70 people. 58 were injured, the other 12 fatally wounded. There were reports that when he appeared in court, he faked being mentally unstable in order to plea insanity. Now it has been confirmed that he has converted to Islam. He is using his new faith to justify his killings… Continue reading Aurora Colorado Shooter Converts to Islam
There’s a horrible stigma out there that all of us Indians are terrorists who eat curry all day and have poor hygiene. Obviously that’s not true. But there’s always that one brown kid (guy or girl) that really does smell like masala and never washes their hair and just ruins it for the rest of… Continue reading Ethnocentric English Classes: A Rant of Sorts
Let’s be honest. Sometimes having an Arabic name kinda sucks. I mean, they sound fine to you and me, but chances are, having to pronounce your name is your teacher’s worst nightmare. With any luck, your teacher will butcher your name badly enough for it to only sound like some sort of rash. Or the… Continue reading The Name Game
I went to the masjid with my family last weekend. You know what that means? It means on the way there I sat in the car for an hour playing Temple Run on my iPod while my dad lectured my mom, my sister, and I about things we already knew. And when we finally got… Continue reading Awkward Moments in the Masjid are Awkward