My best friend called me the other day and told me I have to start my own blog.
She said she believes I am a talented writer, and since I haven't had even starting working on that 'first' book I have been talking about for the past few years, I should at least start blogging.. She said she has a folder for my emails, because she enjoys reading them so much..
Aren't girlfriends the greatest!
So here I am, starting this blog!
I decided to keep an anonymous identity because I plan to spill it ALL out. I want to talk about how it feels to be an Arab thirty year old single woman. For some reason, whenever the words 'Arab' and 'Woman' are linked together, the first image that forms in one's head is of a supressed being that merely exist to selflessly serve others, suflfering tremendously for her basic rights, and probably ending up beheaded somewhere because of a silly love story that mostly doesn't even make sense.
No. I am not in that category. So move on, if that is what you are looking for.
But if you plan to stay around, realising there is no need for that tissue box after all, I will tell you about how it is being a thirty year old FABULOUS Arab woman :) I am an Arab, I am single. I live on my own, I work and earn excellent money, I travel all over the world, I watch Grey's Anatomy and cry over the details, I read vigorously, I go out on dates, I follow the news, I have amazing friends, and a great family that supports me. I am normal, only not too normal.
For a while now I have been thinking that I want to share the experiences I and my girlfriends go through as Arab women. The only reason I use the word 'Arab' though, is to identify the society that we live in. It may not reflect our beliefs entirely, but it is the place in which we exist, and with which we interact day in and day out. It is to also identify certain parts of our character that are affected by being raised in this society. Because when you are in your thirties, you realise at some point that there are certaint things in your character that you have developed from the environment around you, and that even though they irritate you sometimes, you decide to change your intial twenties plan of fighting it, and shifting gear to acceptance.
I will try to share as much as I can. I have a blessed and rich life, and too many good stories.. I have dull days in which I curl in bed and nap all day too.. So here is my attempt to share it with you unknown people out there.. A cry of celebrating life shared with the virtual world..