"Glitter is a big fat lier, I know her and I tell you, don't believe a word she writes"

"She goes on and on about her perfect life with her Mr. X. Amoot wa3aref who she is"

"She makes up fictional stories, and fictional characters, like the girl she talked about at a recent wedding "

"And getting invited to all those weddings? Who is she kidding? "

"Glitter is delusional. I bet she never had a car accident, nor suffered from a tumor. She's a fake"

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When I first came into the blog world, I noticed that the main concern of most of the girls is love, and finding Mr. Right. They expect to live a romantic fairy-tale, and so did I at one point of my life.

Romantic movies and fictional novels have distorted our way of thinking. It's not all candy and roses in real life. I see girls all the time lose themselves in the pursuit of love, compromising their way of life for the sake of getting a chance to live a fairy-tale.

This inspired me ..

and my main reason for starting this blog was to project a happy image of a family arranged marriage.

All I wanted to do was give hope that eventually you can find love. Not by breaking the rules and running behind your family's back. Bel 3ax, find love with their blessings.

And I tried the best I can, to convey that no one is perfect. I wrote about my journey as openly as I can. I wrote about the good things, the bad things, and even my fears and doubts. After all, ma7ad feena khaly, ma7ad feena happy 100%. Kilman has their own problems bas elNas malha ella elwajha.

So you can imagine the hurt, and disappointment I feel when I hear people talking about me and saying those things mentioned above. I opened up my life to share and hoped it will be of a help to anyone who needed it. And instead, this is the feedback I'm getting.

Kuwait is small, wl 7achy yedoor o yedoor o yosalny.

What is really heart-breaking is that this awful crusade to "Discover & Distroy Glitter" is being launched by a girl who I used to dayman atsharrag feeha.

What did I do to deserve all of this?

So to her I say,

-Me being clever, and hiding my tracks well, doesn't mean that I am lier.

-You being unable to find out who I am, doesn't mean I fabricated my stories.

And to the other girl who claims she knows me,

I say you are the lier.

How pathetic it is to go around saying you know who I am while you have no clue?.. Wallah when I heard this salfa I was laughing so hard at how desparate you are to be known as the one who knows Glitter.

If you really know the real Glitter, then why don't you tell your friends my real identity?

When they ask you again, spit out my name. Don't hide behind any lame excuse like you have to protect my privacy and such, no.. I hereby give you permission to do so.. Yallah, go a head and tell them who I am, I DARE you.

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I'm getting really sick with all of this negativity.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't let this crap get the better of me, I should be stronger. But the truth is: I'm not strong at all.

*sigh*

Anyhoo

I will borrow Shwaish famous sentence, with a little twist of mine, when I say:

I love you all, but some lel2saf, 6a7 mn 3ainy

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