My beloved husband Butootee is a very talented man… but cooking is not one of his traits… One day i was taking a nap and woke up because of a strange smell… i open my eyes to find the above plate of pasta, lovely unusual colors… but i did not think it looked good enough [...]

OH MY GOD!
OMG OMG OMG OMG!
OMG I’m sooo EMBARASSED … i don’t know where to hide my face!!!!
You see, in late 2008, my Butootee was going for a 3 day 3omra trip with a friend.
It was the first time he leaves me alone and travels from the day we got married.
I was extra emotional. I was [...]

7athrat Janab My Beloved Dotting Husband, Mr. Butootee, Was out with a friend for coffee this afternoon…
So he leaves me home in the weekend to go for a cup of coffee, i don’t mind, im a coffee-holic, my mouth waters at the very mention of coffee, i tell him to go, enjoy his time, take as [...]

I believe i am.
With what thoughts i have roaming around in my brain, with the hatred boiling in my heart, i do not think im that good of a person…
We were out today, when Butootee recieves a call from the only brother who calls him and still cares about him.
His brother asks him what [...]

I KNEW IT!
It was too good to be true. He cannot contain himself any longer. He must must MUST interfere at some point and try and SABOTAGE MY DIET!
and he is GOOD… he is very very good. He knows my one weakness in this world, the one thing i cannot resist. The one thing genetically [...]

The ripe sunset-orange mangoes sat bunched in Tala’s ceramic fruit bowl, the one that her cousin had gifted to her the day before her wedding. She read the inscription on the inside of the rim, tracing her fingers along the textured glazed paint: “To e…

We arrive at the hotel and enter the lobby. Faisal goes to the front desk and does all the procedures that are needed to be done for us to get our room. That short Italian was taking our luggage out of the trunk of the car and the bellboy was haul…

I’ve always wanted to go to Milan, but I think I packed too much for just a trip to Milan. I blame Faisal because he told me to pack a lot without telling me where. At least I won’t have a shortage of clothing! We’ve spent the morning saying…

“So what’s the surprise?” I ask, just in case I might get an answer. It doesn’t hurt to try. “I’m still not going to tell you yal f’6ooleya” he says with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Fine, don’t.” Without saying a w…

We were walking to our room with my entourage following. He smiles that little secret smile of his and my heart starts to beat faster. They’re all talking about how fantastic the night was, and how mashalla it went perfectly. I can hear the excit…