Do I even need a reason? They’re little monsters. Yesterday we had an impromptu graduation party for my cousin and I. It was…interesting. My cousins brought along their cousin. She’s five years old and she’s an over privileged little twerp. We didn’t want them to make a mess in our bedrooms, so my sister and… Continue reading Why I Hate Children
Modesty. It means different things to different people. To my parents it seems to mean full burqah. To white parents it means your shorts aren’t showing off your butt-crack. I mean, Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those uber-modern feminist Muslim girls who want to assert their independence by whipping off their hijabs… Continue reading Are you gonna leave the house like that?