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I’m an East Coast girl, a Yankee in the South, and “not from here” in the North, currently Philadelphia. My body lives in the city, my mind somewhere preferably with fields.

A frantic reader, plowing through as many as 5 books a week.  But, you know,  sometimes I have to stop and change some poopy diapers. I’m a lover of words, a reader of dictionaries, particularly fond of archaic, hilarious words that no one uses anymore but totally  should, “Drat! I be out of crudwort!” Because sometimes I talk like a British sailor in my head. Or Elvis.

I’m Muslim and a lonely hijabi. Where are my hijabi peeps? Must I be the only girly trundling the tough city streets paying the hijabi tax?

The diplomatic gene is missing in my dna, as well as a few other woman things.  Can I decorate? Ha! Listen without trying to fix? NO! Nurture naturally? Wha? I better read up on that. But I can lay some tile, operate power tools, and call my husband Dude. Which he really loves because it makes him feel like he’s married to one of the guys.

I can feel someone behind me from across the room. Going against my conscience makes me barf, literally. At some point, I know I have to stop fighting and leave it up to Allah. Artichokes, nom nom nom. My idea of heaven is a stream, books, and…cigarettes. Without the black lungs, duh.  It’s been so long, but I can still taste their evil deliciousness. I believe in living, even when it feels like surviving. I believe in responsibility, and if it’s at all possible, handing off a light to the next willing person climbing up that narrow path in the dark.

Here is my personal blog.


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7 Comments leave one →
  1. June 27, 2010 6:03 pm

    It’s because you married CAPTAIN WENTWORTH!

    I’ll be your hijabi buddy ❤ We can huddle under the same hijab and it will keep us warm in the cold of winter etc etc and we can also keep a supply of twinkies in there to pass out to strangers and thus spread CHD across the Western world

    • Allumer permalink
      June 27, 2010 8:08 pm

      That better be a big hijab. And somehow, I’m getting a very Dickensian picture of us crouching under a hijab in a dank London winter.

  2. ZPurpleify permalink
    June 27, 2010 9:44 pm

    A British Soldier? I like! I’ll be your Hijabi pal too! We’re about, but I, like you, find it that I am the only one in the neighbourhood! Come out, come out Hijabi’s!

  3. June 28, 2010 1:14 pm

    We’re not crouching under it, we’re ENVELOPED by it! Like Red Riding Hood except, um, with two of us? And there’s plenty of space for everyone, ZPurpleify, but you have to bring your own Twinkie-supply because you can’t have mine

    • Zpurpleify permalink
      June 30, 2010 4:48 pm

      Not being from here I don’t know what a Twinkie is, or what taste I’m missing (?) out on… I’m a Toblerone gal all the way 😀 But I’ll be happy to crouch/be enveloped underneath a hijab 😀

  4. Allumer permalink
    June 30, 2010 6:52 pm

    Girls, I think this calls for a hijab tarp. Clearly we are starting a movement.

  5. Zpurpleify permalink
    June 30, 2010 7:28 pm

    It could be the next “in” thing…let’s get it going!

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