Don't you guys get sick of reading my thoughts? I do.

- Making it to Eid prayer on time - albeit at the only mosque I could have reached within five minutes of leaving my house. Any EId prayer is better than no prayer.
- Getting an Eid hug from my lovely housemate after her first Eid prayer as a Muslim. They're more potent that way, ya ken?
- Seeing a bag of candy in the outstretched hands of a Sudanese fellow Eid prayer, welcoming all who passed to have a sweet on her.
- Multiple cups of tea after a month of non-caffienation.
- Getting my sewing on. I thought I'd sew a rockemsockem abaya and hijab combo for the Fulla doll of a little girl very special to me - forgetting that I have not sewn for dolls in, oh, forever? And somehow in that time I'd managed to forget that Barbie is the most impossible woman on earth to sew for - her head is too big, her curves impossible, and her arms don't bend! In the end, I managed to pass off all the patching, panelling and fixups as decorative design. :)
- Sheerkhorma. Nuff said.
- Giving Eidhi to Spiderboy and Athena. They're such gracious kids.
- Whooping butt in badminton at the Al Ain Intergallactic SPace Station hill. Sure the professional badminton-player competition was playingwith one hand, both eyes and his coordination tied behind his back, for our benefit, but a win is a win, no? And I was competing against two dudes, while wearing a crazy turban hijab and shoes too small so BOOyA! 'Course my arms and legs are lead today, but a small price to pay for a victory in the battle of the genders, no?
- Singing along with a bunch of tone-deaf grasshoppers to Dawud Wharnsby Ali's The Colors of Islam and hearing lil 3-year-old Spiderboy say 'this is my favourite song!' two seconds after hearing it for the first time.
- Getting to do the silly formality of recieving Eidhi from the Aged Father. He's so cute about it. I almost think I should give him some Eidhi in return.

Hope you guys had as much fun as we did. Share you Eids in the comment box.

Someone in my office has a ringtone that plays the Titanic song. But not for long.

At the ripe old age of 24 I have managed to become that which I rallied against all my life. An amusing little girl.

Gross.

The next person who invites me out drinking - when I'm fasting, in Ramadan, and am a non-drinker anyways - is gonna get slaaaaaaappped!

I have a theory. Theory, by the way, is a word that must be pronounced in a Russian accent. And not a bad Cold War era spy accent, no, an educated nuclear scientist accent. Goes like this – teeeoree. So yes, my teeeoree is there is no such thing as dancing. And I’m not talking about ballroom, square, Bollywood, or any other artificial synchronised, choreographed junks. I’m talking expressive spontaneous dancing that looks like anything worth doing in public. It’s all a grand conspiracy and it goes like this.

You get lots of people in a small space, you dim the lights, you turn on some weird muzak that doesn’t have a distinguishable pattern, hit the strobe light and tell everyone to act natural. What they end up doing is jumping around like an octopus on a hot plate, but, cuz the lights are bad, and everyone’s crammed together, and the strobe light cutting it all up, it passes off as cool. You could just be standing there, scratching your head, but cuz you got this outtafocus, robotic, wave action thing going on, it works. Take away the crush, turn up the lights and turn off the strobe light, and you have someone looking very much istooopid, and feeling it.

Come to think of it, it's not much of a theory. Sorta just a glorified brainthawt. Sorry yo.

I should never have told The Boss Folk that I was fluent in gibberish. Now they want me to subedit the translations that come over from our Arabic paper. They range from confusing to pure nonsensical. Here's the best of the best. Enjoy and thank the Lord you don't have my job.

The hobby of dog fighting spread in some GCC countries since nineties. Today, the hobby has transferred to the UAE through individual efforts without the presence of law to regulate the hobby.

According to statements by UAE amateurs, the sport started in 2000 as teams began to organize dog fighting for challenge. They followed regulations available in foreign countries after they reached them through some websites
and videos.

The teams available in the UAE depended on the foreign market to buy the dogs. However due to the UAE strict laws, it was impossible to get the dogs from the outside. So, the teams tried to benefit from the dogs available in the UAE through depending on the multiplication.

The sport has two laws in the UAE, one is European and the other is Asian.
The people who practice the sport in the UAE depended on these two laws that
became references.

The dog will be qualified for the dual when it is two years old. It participates in two or three duals annually till it becomes five years old.
Then, it retires and is used for multiplication.
The duration of the dual is open. It ends when a dog surrenders or when a dog’s owner withdraws. There is a ten- second break decided by the referee.
In the end, the winner dog is announced, and the mortgage value is given to the owner. The winner dog is referred to the veterinarian to make sure that it is safe.

The sport is unadvisable as it contradicts with the teachings of the Islamic religion that calls us to be kind with the animals. Such kind of sports might lead to the death of dogs or the injury of some spectators. Also, the
sport leads to the increase of violence among the youth.

Wikar Yahia, a veterinarian, said that the dogs’ owners have to take injections as some diseases move from dogs to the humans. These diseases have very dangerous symptoms.

In one of the GCC countries, a fighting dog did not stop following its win against another dog. It rushed to one of the young spectators and stabbed its teeth into his thigh for two minutes.

The young, 23, was frightened till one of his friends rushed to rescue him.
The young paid the price as he paid around $150 for the twelve injections that he took for the cough dog disease that he had. “ This is the first time I watch the dog fighting. I was frightened in the beginning as I saw the two dogs. However, I tried to be calm as the dogs’ owners and got close to the two dogs to pretend that I was not frightened. Then, a dog attacked me.”, the young man said.

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