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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on The start of something new | 0 views]

i have no idea what im doing.. this is my first post.. first blog..i read a lot of love stories out there and decided to write mine.. mine is with a little twistheck, whos isnt, rite?okay so i guess ill start off soon? hope you guys like it..

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pt.6) | 0 views]

It was Sunday morning and Amna woke up to the harsh sound of her phone.”Uff, who is it now?” She thought to herself. It was her usual morning wake-up call, Al Dana.”Ellooooo?” Amna’s voice cracked.”9ba7 el 5air 7abeebti, yallah goomay!” Al Dana bellowe…

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Part 2 | 0 views]

To start im 24. i’m divorced. Ive been having sex since I was 16. Actual sex. Not retarded in-your-ass sex. I dnt do the whole rubbing against ur body to satisfy myself thing either. I want wat I want and when I want it. I knw that sounds bad and even …

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on new post | 0 views]

10 posted :)

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Part 1 | 0 views]

I’m here to tell you the truth.This is honesty at it’s best.This is my life.My sex life to be precise. Because people can sit around and act like it doesn’t happen here. Fuck that. It does. A lot. And there are tons of girls out there that sit around d…

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pt.5) | 0 views]

So, I decided to change the name of the story to ” Girl Du`jour ” meaning Girl of the day. Indicating that .. Amna is the girl of the day. Enjoy! :PAbk—-The girls ate the last bites of their dinner while still gossiping about Amna’s phone call with 5…

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Wearing My Heart | 0 views]

you have the
to don
another robe
and claim
an entrance
to my heart.
you have the audacity
to flick my heart –
as raw
as tender
as a slab of uncooked meat –
a mere steak
you would barbecue for lunch
after prodding
and turning in
the bloody marinade you prepared
with such serendipity.
you are audacious
– I think
with some repetition –
as I lay here semi-conscious
fuming with thoughts of
upon neither.
Only printing […]

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Season of Love | 0 views]

to a time
when love was new
and fragile petals
fragrant, heady
promising unknown
inebriated with
frisky as a young
enticed by
the scent of
green fields
and clover.
You are
the season
of love.
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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Hamad.. | 0 views]

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Confidence VS Arrogance | 0 views]

Hooray, it’s finally the SPRING BREAK :D Akhh, such a relief to get the chance to blog again.I want to talk today about being self-confident and how it’s TOTALLY different from being a snobbish , pompous, wannabe person who thinks he’s better than othe…

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[31 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Excuses! | 0 views]

Ok so the reason why I’ve been taking so long with the new post is coz I’ve been HIBERNATING!Ya3ni 9ij 9ij I think I slept fe hal 2 weeks more than kil il rgaad ili regadta 6ool 7ayati, ma3arf 3ann a7ad bas ana o sereeri, 7ubi o 9adee8i il wa7eed!Rgade…

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[30 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pt.4) | 0 views]

Amna wanted to ignore 7amad’s message, but changed her mind and texted him back.”Okay ..” She slowly typed the four letters that she was temporizing about.”Amoon? Are you serious? You’re actually going to have a serious talk with him, he left you to ge…

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[30 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Reminder | 0 views]

The Ghaza Aid Fundraiser is on tomorrow! If you’re in Ba7rain, don’t forget to pass by!It’ll be held in Gulf Hotel’s Exhibition Center from 10 am to 7 pm…Be there! =)

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[30 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pt.3) | 0 views]

Amna ignored the call, and put her phone on silent. She tried to fall back into her deep sleep, but failed. Suddenly, flashbacks of her and 7amad were getting to her.7amad, Amna’s ex. Her first and last boyfriend. They were the perfect couple, they fit…

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[30 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on If I Fell In Love With You … | 0 views]

If I fell in love with you Would you promise to be true And help me understand ’cause I’ve been in love before And I found that love was more Than just holding hands If I give my heart to you I must be sure From the very start That you would love me m…

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[29 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pt.2) | 0 views]

While heading back to Al Dana’s, Amna stopped to pick up some papers from college. They parked, got out of the car and strolled to Amna’s class. As they were walking, they noticed the rest of the girls walking towards them.”Halla walla halla!” Noor sho…

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[29 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Fairy tale vs. Drama | 0 views]

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[29 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Girl Du`jour (Pilot, Pt.1) | 0 views]

Hey guys! This is my first blog entry, I apologize if you get bored in the middle of reading this. This entry is just an intro to the main character and I wanted you readers to just get a glimpse of her personality and her physical traits. I promise th…

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[29 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on While I’m Waiting.. | 0 views]

Waaaaii mn zimaaan 3an bloggy!!
Shakly ma saddagt aakheth an award o kobar rasy, hehehe..

No but seriously, it’s been an eventful week. And i’ll tell you all about it. But not now, because now ana sitting typing this while having on this most amazing gown, my face all glammed up and my hair all done and i’m laden with beautiful jewelery..

You see, i’m all vamped up and ready to go to this wedding party. O as always, i’m the first to be ready o lazem nan6er 7athrat’ha A7lahom 3ashan etkhallis, effffffff…

Ma7eb an6er!
Waiting is sooo not fun :-(

3ad nawya ahiz haz o dance my heart out, bs 3eshtaw X wassany ma arges, bs gelt lah ma aw3idik!!

3ad 7asafa 3alaih, ma shafny in my utter GORGEOUSNESS, le anni ba6la3 mn bait oboy… :-/

Bs you know what, maybe i’ll ask him to pick me up. Oh yes, and that way maybe I can put on some music and do abit more dancing when i’m back home with him heheheh..

Waaaaaiii bas la3at chabdi, yallah baroo7 anady A7lahom..

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[28 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on Alive & Well | 0 views]

Sorry guys, I know you’re expecting a YotL post, but I had to clear my head. This post is a *very* special dedication to my uncle, Bu A7mad, who’d won a tough fight with cancer. It is a joy to have you back home, healthy and safe, and you make my heart swell with pride. Allah yisalmik oo ya7meek min kil shar inshallah. We all love you :*


Her rich boisterous laughter filled the air of our dim dining room, and I watched from the doorway as her grandeur captivated every single guest sitting at the table. The flickering candlelight skittered from stone to stone of her giant crystal peacock brooch – the one I had brought her for Christmas. Today, it is her birthday; my big, beautiful Etta is turning 48.
Holding a bottle of Pinot Grigio in my brown leathery hands, I took in the sight of her radiant mahogany skin, with her cheeks so round and full of joy, and her almond shaped eyes that twinkled, outshining the glow of the candles. My Etta is turning 48, but she doesn’t look a day over 29. She says it’s because of the cocoa butter she applies so delicately onto her face every night before we go to sleep, but I say it’s because of the laughter that never ceases to escape her raspberry-stained lips.
I love the way her bosom heaved up and down with every sweet breath she took. I love the way she daintily dabbed at the moisture that accumulated on her neck every Sunday at church, when the churchgoers would heat up the pews with every “Amen!” and “Praise the Lord!”. I love the way she hovered over pots and pans everyday at noon; I’d find her sashaying in the kitchen as if it were a model’s catwalk, slicing the bright orange carrots and stirring the thick brown gravy. Even today, her birthday, she’d managed to wake up at 7 AM without hitting the snooze button on our rickety alarm clock. I’d watched from bed, pretending to be asleep as she slipped into her favorite maroon dress; the one with the satin ribbon at the hem. She applied her make-up ever so carefully, and I fought the urge to spring up from bed and yell at her to stop – she didn’t need all that chemically infested make-up; she was beautiful just the way the Lord had created her. She spoke out loud, even though she knew I probably wouldn’t have heard her – she told me she was going to the beauty salon. Again, I had to stop myself from bolting upright and telling her not to go – she didn’t need all of those hot irons and chemical relaxers; I loved every kink in her hair just the way it was.
By the time I’d come back from the liquor store with the bottles of wine for her birthday dinner, I saw that she’d beat me to the cooking. There she was again, craning her neck over the hissing pots and pans, careful not to let the piping hot steam ruin her immaculate hairdo. I’d noticed that her nails were also done; they were pressed with blood red acrylics that I’d normally detest, but today, they looked like candy attached to her fingers. I’d kissed her hands and the nape of her neck, and she flirtatiously shooed me away, telling me that I’d have my share later on tonight.
Etta was, indeed, a one woman show. When our guests had arrived, the dining room lights were dimmed to perfection, making even the ugliest beast look like a fawn. The flame of the long ivory candles swayed from side to side along with the Jazz classics that were playing from our makeshift surround sound system. The table was set with our best china and Etta’s prized silverware. From the scent that was wafting from every steaming plate, I had known that Etta had once again outdone herself; Maple-roasted chicken with Creole spices, a seafood and sausage Jambalaya that would put the French Quarters to shame, and an endless array of sides including my favorite, buttered baby peas. Plates were laden with roasted new potatoes, sweet corn on the cob, succulent butter biscuits, and mouthwatering coleslaw. No, Jane Fonda was not a guest at this dinner, but Etta always told me that if the food doesn’t warm your heart, then it is not food at all.
Marion held up her fluted champagne glass to toast Etta’s 48 years of life, and it was then I realized that I had been standing in the doorway for too long. I quickly walked past the countless heads of glossy curls, tight braids, and nappy cuts until I reached the empty chair that was right beside my Etta’s.
I sat down and raised my glass as well, looking at my shining star with all the endearment my eyes could muster. Forty-eight years of life, my dear Etta, and we’ve only been married for two. Forty-eight years of life, and not a worry in the world has defaced your joyous demeanor. Forty-eight years of life, and you’re still as graceful as a hummingbird flittering in the warm sunshine of the South. You make life seem so effortless; not a single gray hair has sprouted in your lovely mass of curls. Never once have you complained about the Southern heat, and never once have you complained about the fatigue you’d felt after you’d collapsed in the living room.
Today is your birthday, my dear Etta, and tomorrow is your first chemotherapy session. I know you are not afraid to lose all of that beautiful hair, and I know you’re not afraid of losing weight and having your life drained of color and joy. In fact, your battle with life will probably be harder for me than it will be for you, just because I know that’s the way you are.
Today, you are enjoying your birthday to it’s fullest degree, because in your heart of hearts you are aware that this may be your last. Your friends don’t know about your sickness, because you don’t want anyone to worry – I’m lucky you didn’t keep something so serious from me as well. But that’s the way you are, my dear Etta. You’ve never stopped living, never stopped listening, and never stopped loving.
Today, I am by your side, holding your hand and feeding you a spoonful of your heavenly spicy creations. Tomorrow, I’ll be by your side, holding your hand and nourishing you with my love and energy. But always remember that even though I’m gone, the Lord is by our side no matter where we are.
I smile at you, and though I know that deep inside you are petrified, you still smile back. This is how I know that you will overcome. Happy birthday, my dearest Etta. May you live a thousand lives for the next hundred years to come.

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[28 Jan 2009 | Comments Off on House of Comfort | 0 views]

Dear Readers,
I’m pleased to share with you a piece written by a guest writer on the Boudoir, Eti Quette , who has recently joined the workforce and describes some of the more daunting aspects of spending the whole day at work. Enjoy and please don’t hesitate to offer any golden nuggets of advice.
Generally, when you’re […]

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