On a whim I decided to add a "compare people" application on my facebook. Lo and behold I had been voted: The Most Desired for Marriage out of all my friends. Granted the 'survey' isn't exactly of a robust nature, but it does not fail to leave me a bit disillusioned by the way my friends and acquaintances view me. It would have been a whole lot more exiting if I had been voted to be the sexiest of everybody I know. I should know that the wearing of hijab does tend to encourage talk of marriage rather than of hooking up and getting up to some naughty business (I can confidently say that out of some robust experience. lol) Nevertheless every now and then like some other hijabis I know we do fanatisize over that one hookup or potential hookups. Oh, I don't even know what I am rambling on about.
When I say 'talk of marriage' I mean general chit chat, like a mate at work who said when we were walking our usual route home from work through Oxford Street whether 'our kids' would ever get a John Lewis styled kiddies bedroom. We were walking past John Lewis window displays at that moment. I knew where the conversation was going so I expertly answered that no child of mine would ever sleep in a bed let alone have their own bedroom. Take this other acquaintance for instance who on several occasions found the need to analyse my abillities as a wife as a conversation starter or killer... This bloke got an earful and he speedily changed his testimony and told anyone within earshot that I would make a mean and vindictive wife for some poor unsuspecting bloke.
Perhaps it has not got anything to do with me and my hijab, it probably is some personality flaw I am unwilling to confront....
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i am so curious too, how does one hookup with a hijabi. with all the variant forms of hijabis, does one need different hookup line. is this as hard as fly-fishing?
Dear, i can say as a fellow scarf wearer or a hoodist as noted by the igorant people who went to college with me that all people do not associate hijabis with marriage. I think most people underestimate us, they do not know we are armed and dangerous. Cigaal beware,
Cigaal: Probably slightly more complicated than fly-fishing. So complicated in fact that the methodology of hooking up actually is in need of expert modification from one hijabi to another... Like most women really.
Native Daughter: Ha! I think we all know about those funny people more commonly known as pervs. My perv population tends to exist entirely out of 5 foot short west african guys with no hair and several gold teeth..... Woe betide me!
tollay, reer hargeysow, dhantaad iga jirtaan baa dhaxantu iga haysaa. i am going to get a whooping for this, but i took a closer look at that photo above - midabkeeda dhiinka. hooyo knew all along i wasn't any good at haasaawe.
(Was that a line from Ahmed A. Cigaal’s song?)
Mr. Cigaal. I may be able to talk Somali but I am totally going to have to get that translated for me, for I have NO idea whether I should be getting offended or not..... ;)
the first line is a melancholy piece, a voice from exile. Oh Hargeysa the void in your direction is where I get the chill. It is a call for comfort, the familiar. It was not a song, but someone familiar with recent history can explain the background.
you know how somali is rich in verse, there are probably better verses than A.C. Cigaal's. i'm not sure, from the commotion i'm getting, should i be tieing the flies and just be an angler?
I've done me reasearch now, and I have one piece of advice for you... KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE. Makes things alot less complicated and lessens embarrasment for all parties. It also helps avoid misunderstandings like the mistaking of Midabkeeda Dhinka for Midabkeeda Diinka.
You have alot to learn my child. How about sticking to just collecting the bait for now.
Dahab, I thought I was the only one harangued by West African guys. They jumped out of nowhere demanding to know my origins. What's wrong with kids having their own bedrooms?
Aya, Its a well known fact that I don't like kids... A long story. I'll have to do an entry about that. Should be interesting.
i woke up this morning all bruised and oh my ribcage - so you girls were stomping on me all last night. hooyo had warned me of eastern girls poking my eyes out (she's a typical one herself from burco) and aabo (ilaahi ha unaxriiste) was a quite, shy archetype from tog wajaale. i have witnessed galbeed/bari cultural clashes in our household, and these nuances won't be obviouse to you unless you are from this region. Inshaallah i'll take a trip soon and see this land for myself soon.
for consolation, i am quoting my great great uncle Barkhad-cas:
ma dheera oo gaabni way dhaaftoo
ma dhuubnoo baruurtu may dhicinoo
dhexdeeda taakadaa is dhaafaysoo
dhawaaqa hadalkeedu kuma dhibo
dhalaalka midabkeeda dhaayaha
midaan u dhigoon ku dherersha
may dhalan dhabarkana laguma sido.
Dahab, Native, Aya, Gabdhow: I love y'all. Peace and Love.
ps i am no West African and quit spreading rumours about me lol
The biggest jerks around here are the Somali drugies and Mexicans both of them got a piece of my mind. If that does not work i will take my sword with me next time i wonder about. Cigaal your Somali is too complex for my little brain but i hope it is not an insult or else. Chop, Chop. lol
Dahab, can't wait to hear about you and kids. If you ever need it, I have an anti-kid spray in every corner of my house. If you're short and still switching teeth, you'll be sprayed.
Cigaal, we love you too, and those bruises are nothing but friendshop jabs. Where is your blog? I'd be coming to decipher your posts and butcher your poems. I kid :). And who is spreading rumours about you? *looks around in guilt*
ahaha i love it when people label me as the "wifey" type just because i wear a hijab...lol if they got to know me they would know im as useless as paris hilton!!
OMG, I hate kids too.
Lets totally get married and make none, abay!
I'm so glad to have found some fellow hijab wearing sisters with the same dilemmas.
feels like home :)
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