tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76795202510200027392024-03-12T23:56:05.323-07:00Growing up an arab in a Western worldDaughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-81496936835411485622010-07-11T16:47:00.000-07:002010-07-11T17:05:17.368-07:00these are actually paintingsDaughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-18882655265577481722010-07-09T16:51:00.000-07:002010-07-09T17:09:05.008-07:00Hand paintingthe other day i was randomly surfing the internet, and i came across these images that i thot were very impressive, these are not my images, ths is the work of someone else, i have no idea who, but the crdt definitly goes 2 them. but i thot tht it was worth sharing for those who hvnt noticed, those are actually hands!Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-43613625409854170462010-07-09T16:42:00.000-07:002010-08-02T03:58:37.850-07:00drivng lessns with the teacher and the maid!!it seems like my father gets more ridiculous with every idea he has about me driving!!the newest ridiculous thng he has come up wth is tht when i strt taking driving lessnz he refuses to let me b in the car with a man whom i am not related to, tehrefore hw am i gna take driving lessns??? the law dictates tht a profffesional driving teacher has 2 teach me, i cannot just show up 2 the exam even if Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-62745392687716220582010-07-09T16:31:00.000-07:002010-08-02T04:01:15.262-07:00BMW CONVERTIBLE THAT I CNT DRIVE!!2day was my father and i's day 2 fite over hs messed up interpretations about wat he wnts me 2 do with cars who and when the shall b driven etc...... 4 my seventeenth birthday my dad got me a mercedes as a present,i dnt get my licence here by law until i turn 18, nevertheless its a lovely present to get. as one can magine im very excited to drive it. i live in egypt 2 buy a car there tht is made Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-59337375364753629142010-07-09T16:22:00.000-07:002010-08-02T04:02:42.776-07:00Driving with my driver in the passenger seatthe reason i am writing ths is becoz my father came out with some of the most ridiculous rules ever 2day, they r soo ridiculous they r amusing!im going to get my licence in 3 months, i shall b bak at uni then, so 2day at dinner with frnds we were discussing wat and when i wud drive etc..... the topic of wat wud happen 2 my driver came up, then i will have a licence so logically speaking i dnt Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-36284179416653005732010-07-08T15:22:00.000-07:002010-07-08T15:43:10.128-07:00alitoday i feel like talking about a current guy who i happen to be talking to, he happens to be a frnd, we met at a conference about a year ago, i played the bitchy hard to get game 4 quite a while, when he asked for my number i insisted he gv me a pen which he ddnt hv, so he actually had to get up and get one, he came bak with paper, i ripped it up and ordered for him to gv me hs righte arm, whichDaughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-22319944786925198072010-07-06T23:00:00.000-07:002010-07-06T23:23:00.996-07:00abdulla, my driver my everythngwen i started going 2 nursery both my prnts had work, and were nt going to b able to take me and bring me from skool especiall with timings for nursery kids, i thnk it was from eight to twelve or somethng, so they got me a driver, abdulla!i used to look forward to riding with abdulla everyday!!!he used to get me all the candy i wanted, despite the tint miniscule salary he got, he adored me and Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-50625739529022296182010-07-06T22:43:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:57:07.549-07:00father and the babyfor some reason i have not been retold any stories of my mother and i growing up, tht wud probably b becoz she dsnt gv thngs more attention than they deserve NOT because she wsnt involved with me, with that sed i wud like to get onto how my daddy spoilt me as a baby.the idea of ths post is to break the prejiduce that for starters arab men favour their male sons (altho there r some tht do, and thtDaughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-5788223842489260512010-07-06T22:24:00.001-07:002010-07-06T22:24:59.044-07:00pls feel free to comment :)Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-60490124794114085852010-07-06T22:11:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:23:59.352-07:00baby stories 2so... other stories from my "baby-hood", i really cnt remember much, but i do have certain golden memories that i cannot get past without actually giving them the attention i believe they deserve.these memories are my grandest memories ever, they r the memories i share with my grandfather whom i cherish and love to no limit. they r basic and simple, but they speak alot of our relationship.memory Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-4367216632586304712010-07-06T22:07:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:11:26.978-07:00my display picturejust so tht it is down in writing, ths is NOT a picture os me, ths is a picture of googlei wud also like if very clearly state tht i have NOTHING against hijab or those who wear iti respect it and the religion it belongs toi have selected ths image becoz i believe it makes a stand and a statement about alot of ppl who pretend to be one thng wen they r actually somethng else, it is a Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-32165790874321382342010-07-06T21:36:00.000-07:002010-07-06T21:48:55.389-07:00baby storiesso i want to start my blog in chronological order and wat better place to start than wen i actually came in2 ths world.for starters i have to gv kudos to my mother whose water broke 2 weeks b4 she and my father were expecting, being the woman tht she is she actually drove herself to the hospital, no matter hw well she tres to describe the situation to me the idea of a woman in abour driving with Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-38181502560255013542010-07-06T21:27:00.000-07:002010-08-02T03:57:38.450-07:00my walkok so i realised that my last post wsnt really talking about me, it was more about hw i feel about blogging and my terrible writing skills.wat is there i wud like u ppl 2 knw about me......well, im seventeen, yes i agree that is young, but i have seen the world in the eyes of those decades older than me, walked in their shoes and experienced wat many will never live to experience, so hear me out Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520251020002739.post-60923468899568523232010-07-06T21:20:00.000-07:002010-07-06T21:27:51.485-07:00lets get familiarok so im nt really familiar with blogging, i have heard alot about them, but never really got around to reading any, only becoz reading off a computer screen is laborious to me, reading a book, with pages, that i can feel and fold and drop water all over as i read is a wonderful experience worth my time.but recently ihave started to become alot more friendly with computers, credit goes to apple Daughter of AraBiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625562815285006866noreply@blogger.com2