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Today is the day Dathra have dreamt of! Today, finally, she would initiate the start of her happy ending, her happily ever after! Tonight, she would go to sleep with a huge smile on her face, knowing that Dr. Sharqan is going to be all hers and hers alone! She made a miraculous recovery, 2 [...]

Fear…! Sheer fear invaded Dathra, making her shake involuntarily, from top to toe! A fear like she never experienced before, fear of losing someone –in this case something- near and dear… she clutched the Mcdonalds bag with all her might, she held it close to her beating heart, and felt dizzy, out of breath with [...]

What started as a severe case of Raw Samboosa indigestion deteriorated rapidly… Dathra remembers a whirl wind of foggy activity… her mothers anxious face, something about hospital bed… white and cold and smelly… antiseptic, too strong it burned at her nostrils and made her want to lose her smell sense all together… squeaky nurses shoes… [...]

Dathra knew, just knew, the moment they were inside their house, with the doors closed… her mother would teach her a lesson she would never forget… and there was no alien abduction either… or an accident, or any thing to stop the tornado her mom had launched at her the moment their house door was [...]

Telephones were ringing off the hook at the crack of dawn, making Dathra irritated! It was not really the crack of dawn per say, 8:30 am was not that early, but to Dathra it felt like 5 in the morning and the ringing was going straight to her brains! She had just finished having breakfast [...]

Dathra was thinking about the mean Sabkahawa the whole time she was driving her mom to the Avenues… Her  mom entered the car, very cheery and dressed up! She began making some chit chat about something her neighbor said to her and she was gone in her own little world… all Dathra had to do [...]

Deciding to part with the trifles was one of the hardest things Dathra has ever decided to do. It was always hard for her to finish up her food. When she was biting and chewing, the happiness of enjoying the food was always tainted with a hint of sadness: there is one less bite left [...]

Dathra leaned her head against the steering wheel of her car, bored out of her mind! Remembering what got her into this situation in the first place: she was at work, at the copying machine to be exact, engrossed totally in copying when suddenly, out of nowhere, she smelled a whiff of strawberry air freshener, [...]

Dathra wobbled under the heavy haul she was carrying over the stairs… shopping bag upon shopping bag were being transported from her car to her room… a little box with cupcakes was threatening to fall to the floor… causing Dathra to stop for a second, tighten her grip, and proceed to her now crowded room… [...]

Dathra’s heart beat escalated so high she could smell the rush of blood in her nostrils… a mixture of nausea and tears threatened to pour out but she fought hard to suppress her reflexes, averting her gaze away instantly, the last thing she needed was to start projectile vomiting in the Avenues in front of [...]

Dathra cursed at the world while she waited for a Yukon driving, abaya wearing old lady with a trunk chock full of kids trying to park the car backwards in a tiny Avenues parking space. She has been at it for the past ten minutes, blocking the path and creating a long line of cars [...]

Dathra snuggled in her warm cosey bed and sighed heavely as she turned the last page of Breaking Dawn. She set it gently on her bed night stand  and took a sad look at the alarm clock … it was flashing 4:50 AM… almost time for Fajer Prayers… and definitely less than 2 hours of [...]

The blessed call came on Wednesday Evening…
A lady had heard about Dathra from another lady who knew Dathra’s mom.
The caller has a son, Jassim, who was one month older than Dathra and wanted to set a date to “view” Dathra and see how compatible she is with Jassim in terms of …. MARRIAGE!
Yes! Fat, Dathra, [...]

Dathra trying to balance her heaped plate on her knees… laden with a6eyb il 6a3am cooked by the lovely q8y host… Eshe Waraq 3anab o o Eshe harees… Taboola over Rocca Salad over Cheese n Z3tr rolls all sitting beside ishwayat 3aish o maraq and mini Kobba fillled with pomegrenate and labna… two or three kababat [...]

You watch them all the time…
In movies, cartoons, or fairytales, the beautiful heroine slaving all day, be it household chores cleaning and cooking or a modern one where she’s wearing suits or jackets and sitting in a stuffy meeting room all day…

Come night time, an occasion rise, and some kind hearted fella would bestow upon her a [...]

Dathra typing her yawmyat… with her finger il dathreen o il athafeeeer il adthar…
Khal agolokom…
When i became a nice attention seeking teenager, i went with a friend of mine into Body Shop… o we bought a nail buffer…
I was amazed by its powers to make the fingers soooo shiny… while im in the car, [...]

Dathra again.. writing… hello
Well, shakla my dairy il yoom ra7 itkoon itlawe3 il chabd… bs shasawee geltlokom im in for a full makeover!
3ndokom aba6?
Of course 3ndokom aba6 mino ma 3ndah…
Ee well…
I was dressed in my lovely black and gold dress… dancing in the wedding of one of my relatives in Sheraton, when a lady relative [...]

Dathra il yoom tabi itgolokom 3n moshkilat.ha il 3aweesa wya ikhtera3 ismah ootee..
El ootee bel Q8 shay2 jedan mohim. I believe inah lo insader il ooties ilee in every single house in q8 we will resolve the traffic jam trouble as 99% of the q8y population will refuse to go out of their homes and seen [...]

Before dathra can tell us her adventures… i must highlight somepoints…
First dathra is loosely based on me. But not 100% me.
Dathra is me, and every other girl, q8y or non q8y, who had once -or always- felt that she had to change in order to be accepted and to fit in…
And plz do give me advice… because every [...]

it3arfoon ugly betty mo?
I am the q8y version of ugly betty… but imagine that i am not only working in mode, i am LIVING in mode, my whole life is mode, and if i dont get my act together and change that trait about me, i will be fired… outcasted… and kept on the sidelines… [...]

Dathra…
Dathra in q8y roughly translates to someone whose style is out of date.
Style as in yes… clothes looks hair etc. etc. etc….
Superficial eh? it’s what on the inside that count right?
Khair insha2 allah!
Welcome to the land beyond the black whole, where whats right is wrong and whats wrong is right… here we are… watch [...]