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A Regular Ode to the Hardships and Joy of Living as expatriates of our Countries of Citizenship in the Holy Land...as Falastiniyyas!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Good Shit
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
We're Getting There
Saturday, August 21, 2010
First Day of New Semester
A few things crossed our minds:
- It is too hot.
- We are now entitled to mock and laugh at the sanafer.
- We seem to be Popular Penelope, with a good number of people ecstatically greeting us and inquiring about our summer with a genuineness that would make our mothers weep.
- Fuddrucking hell, it is too hot.
- Tis the season of strikes. Not students this time, but the Registration Office.
- Our self-imposed week long ban from campus has come to an end.
- Semester countdown has already begun.
- We're melting. Body, fat, and bones.
- We like making lists.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
What May Have Passed our Radar..
Summer. That word alone is suggestive of an excellent and infallible excuse, pardoning anyone from doing anything. We're in a state of denial; we just cannot accept that adults, no matter how young they are, still have responsibilites year round without savoring a three month summer holiday. Unfortunately, we have fallen into the roles of bums and lazybones and shirked our duties to family, school, this pet, and ourselves.
- Family: We have mastered the act of zoning out around our kin. And we feel terrible not telling our begetters we love them twice a day. We may also have lost our patience and gone on a tirade our early teenage selves would have been proud of.
- School: Summer semester is over and done with, and we feel entitled to dedicating the few days left doing the most unindustrious acts ever. We have serious issues with starting the fall semester barely two weeks after the end of the summer one. Boo hoo we won't mature and accept the order of life. Birzeit Uni is the only university to start August 17th. The rest of the schools and universities are starting September 15th, after Ramadan and Eid. As a show of our defiance, we will stubbornly remain homebound for a week. Such model students we are.
- Blog: No comment. It pains us to neglect our pet. We will strive to become better people, pinky promise.
- Ourselves: Something to do with showering infrequently and not brushing our teeth and revelling in excess body hair. We've resembled Mole.

With that out of the way, here are a few points of notice we feel compelled to bring to attention.
رمضان كريم / Ramadan kareem! A week and a day has passed of the holy month and now we feel like it is the time to properly pay um..salutations to it. We are not late in this matter at all. No, we won't hide behind the old "it's the Shiites' fault!" because they celebrate the beginning of Ramadan a day before or a day after the Sunnis, not eight days after. Instead, this year we chose to follow a new authority. Stand up, renowed crackhead, Muammer Gaddafi. The King of African Kings is used to doing things his own way, and nothing, not even religious laws and enforcements is gonna stop him. So yeah, to the world he announced Ramadan to be Wednesday, the 11th of August, but since that day Libya has been in media and geographical lock-down, meaning no one can get in and no one can get out. Our previous positions as Lady Chiefs of the Royal Female Guard makes us an exception and filtered intelligence has confirmed that Gaddafi has started fasting today. Or payed someone to fast for him. Gaddafi, yeah!


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POP IV. That is, poetry of Palestine. We have attended the previous three POP nights as our archives will tell you, but this month we missed out due to amnesia combined with reasons stated above. August, Friday the 6th was the date and the venue was at the ever quaint Cafe La Vie, whose owner, Saleh Totah, is a real sweetheart for agreeing to host this event three times now, free of charge. Fellow students performed their poetry, which was the main reason behind this event--building a community of poets and writers who are not afraid to share their work.
Emile Saba, one of the performers
HEAT WAVE. Never, in our remarkably semi-normal lives have we ever felt like helpless bald dying mortal phoenixes coughing up heat and struggling feebly against the heavy hot atmosphere. Temperatures have reached a soaring 45 degrees Celcius. Unlike the gulf countries, air conditioning systems are not a prerequisite for survival because summers here are what the season ideally is all about: bearable weather, ice cream, and sweating once a day and not on a 24 hour basis. However, this period saw summer as a prepatory course for spending time in hellfire> "Thou shalt suffereth the yellow star's wrath" (Apocalypse 6:22). People are going crazy-we've seen one too many person molting in the street. Word going around the sweltering coffee shops (one business that never goes out) and verandas is that some sort of explosion in the sun is the reason for this heat wave. Our favorite brain-fried explanation is that there was a tsunami in an area of the sun. If that were so (whatever a sun explosion/tsunami means) then shouldn't the whole world right now be burned to a toasty brown? Or has some world power perfected its space technological funk gadgets to specifically target the Middle East? If only we had England's fine rule of excusing, nay forbidding everyone from work and school at the slightest abnormal increase in temperatures.
BEAUTY QUEEN. Warning: Picture below not suitable for those yet to hit puberty. Remember Rima Hot Stuff Fakih, the Lebanese American who became the first Arab to win the Miss USA pageant? There was a big fuss from Arabs with one crazy half ass-kissing and praising her for finally portraying Arabs in an American positive outlook (hey, turns out we don't all own gas stations and have in-bred children) while the other crazy side denounced her as a skank, a slut, and a shameless Americanized hussy with no ties to Islam, despite Rima asserting herself as a Muslim. The rational few correctly dismissed both views because, for gawd's sake yall, she's just a beauty queen! As a candidate for Miss Universe, Rima decided to pose backless for a racy photoshoot instead of baring her breasts to the world. Her reason: "For me, I didn't want to do the front for many reasons and one of them being respect. I'm Arab, I'm Muslim, and I didn't want to disappoint too many people."
In a world where political correctness and thoughtlessness are found in every angle of life, we are to say the least, deeply and profoundly affected. Rima, we are in awe and in envy of your deep consideration.

Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Humus Can Syndrome

And now we've gone on a two woman mission to get to the root of this crazy, fugly moda. Where else would the deranged Arab woman get her inspiration from? The whole point is to give the appearance that underneath the scarf, theres a whole lotta hair going on. And guys love that. We remember last year helping a friend out for her seminar, and her survey yielded some interesting results. Such as, BZU guys prefer a girl with long hair, big breasts, and capris/skirts only if her legs are shaved. Hard not to roll the eyes. But this..this fad that has spread across the campus among hijabis like a wildfire, and to a larger extent across Ramallah and other non-gulf Arab cities is simply put, ridiculous. There is nothing attractive about walking precariously with a three foot chinchilla curled up at the top of one's head. Khaleeji style schmaleeji style. We won't stand for this. Nope, we're gonna picket and riot until these fraudulent manes are disposed with forever and ever. We've sat, pointed, and laughed at the degrading fashion choices of our kin. We've offered some soul-searching advice only to get bitch slapped. We tried, for two years now to ameliorate the astoundingly horrific couture of the campus by combining lovely shirts with jeans and chucks only to get hissed upon. And now, with this phenomena, we are forced to transform ourselves into Save the Hijab activists, only to be accused of patriarchy and perpetuating the old system. So, onwards with the incipient mainspring of the (what we hope to be) passing fancy.
A thousand curses upon you, you degenerate scumbag! How could you? Or mayhap we should turn our shaking fingers on the US viewers who lap up every episode of Jersey Wack Shore thereby catapulting you into stars light and fame. Oh, how could you!

See how-there's no other word for it-stupid this looks? It doesn't even help with posture, as we've seen one too many girls walking with their necks stuck out-cowpoke just crossed our minds- or tilted all the way behind which gives the impression of being pulled back by some invisible strings and not, as they presume, of a high and mighty royal appearance. Invisible strings of moda. Le sigh. The funny thing is, whenever we happen to be at an accessory/hijab store we give those flower clips a most petulant and derisive look, and the store keeper catches our eye and we both smile and roll our eyes heavenward. The suppliers are laughing too!! It is much more efficient to just stick a humus can on the head, secure it with super glue, and wrap it with a shela. It gives the desired look, and as a bonus, in the hot days the can will start leaking and you will have the pleasure of sticking out your tongue for some good ole dripping humus. Beware, the humus can syndrome! Right to Education International Student Conference
- To raise the awareness of students by activities such as workshops and documentations
- To provide reliable information about education under occupation
- To build an international campaign in support of the right to education for Palestinians. This was demonstrated in two speaking tours in the recent years.
- BDS
- Media and Writing
- Gaza (by video conference)
- Public speaking and presentations
- Why Apartheid?
- November Week
- Challenges faced on campuses
Thursday, July 22, 2010
This Past (Past) Week


All higgedly-piggedly like. Look at that face, bless him. The Ayrabs here celebrated like there was no tomorrow, honking yelling skidding along in their cars all night. Guns were brought out and shots fired in the air, and in Jordan, land of moronic people, one of these shots caught an old woman who died on the spot. Only Arabs...Thursday, July 8, 2010
Ah, the Honorable IDF
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Good Shit
It's pretty awesome, no? And he raps in Arabic now! Between you and us, he is the only man we are willing to share as a husband. What, he's allowed four wives, and we very much give our consent to be co-wives! In fact, then we can finally live our decadent fantasy of some Bab il-Hara show, where we get to call him ibn 3ami, have petty jealousies and the essential need for popping out tons of male heirs and then worrying about getting them married to the best girls, all mused over menial housework chores and sifting lentils, take over our lives. How many other Arab men are bilingual in ARABIC (most importantly!) and English, God-fearing monks (scratch that word out), and are pleasing to look at? Damn but we can get so superficial. It's ok, we love him, hence the ignoring of his accomplishments and the lauding of his yummy self.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
God Awful Ad for Israeli Tourism
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Links and Rants

Jon Voight. Better known as the guy who gave his Y chromosome that begot the former sexy Angelina Jolie (for us, she lost her appeal after having/picking up so many babies). He's 71, white, male, loaded, and a northern American. His contacts may include Sarah Palin and Rush Limbaugh, and all the other racist Tea Party goers. He, as any other sane person, is not happy with Obama and the way the president is running the country. He, like any other sane person, wrote a letter to express his opinions and frustrations, addressing the problems that in his opinion Obama is responsible for. Fair enough, after all this is the President who has no problem in ordering the assassination of US citizens on foreign soil, denies habeas rights to suspected terrorists, and loves being an ass in general. But back to Voight's letter, of which the content is unsurprisingly insane and full of poppycock.

Anyhoo, it seems only fair that the other colonialist power in the world should be defeated, so England, we are humbly awaiting your exit. To show our good sportsmanship, we won't delight at your red sun burned skin or your tears, because your poor judgement clouds the inevitable i.e. you should have had it coming. England winning the world cup? What next, elephants flying to the moon? Teehee!


