When the husbands away the wife will play.....with HIJABS!

So I begin this entry I am very sad that I can't think of cleaver ways to describe things. I think it is good that I never had indulged my secret desire to be a real writer. I like food a lot and I'm not sure I would eat much of it if I was writing. I welcome votes on which one you like.

I love brown and teal and weather cold enough for hijab layers!

I think this is the hijab I will wear if I ever run for office or just when I want to represent.

The Messy Bun

This one is more pink/burgundy in real life

For my minty days

My inner flower child is coming out

I have nothing to say about my face or what I'm wearing here

For the days I need to befriend lizards

I hope you have enjoyed the waste of an hour and a half of time when I should have either been sleeping of studying..... :)

When the Past Makes You Love the Future

So last night I met a person who I wanted to love right away.
Let me start by saying I have a pretty constant desire to go back to the Oreo House, it was a place the everyone was just what they wanted to be and were valued as such. It was my home in Undergrad. I lived there for a semester then went abroad and then moved into a different apartment. It didn't work out, that other apartment, but the Oreo House was still so much my home that everyone in the house was ok with me moving into one of the nooks in the house. That's right, I lived in a nook and felt gloriously at home. When I decided that I needed to move back into The House I emailed Elizabeth, our default house mom, to ask if it might be ok for me to live in the nook. She replied "I'll have to check with everyone, but I'm sure it will be fine, this has always been your house too". Elizabeth was always freakishly organized, constantly considering other people, and might have seemed aloof to those who didn't know her.
Elizabeth is the reason I want to love the girl I met last night.
I was at a meeting where we were planning what Ohio State could do to help the victims of the floods in Pakistan. The girl who was keeping us on track and organized was a tall dark haired girl who is super involved with everything in the med school, well at least the things that could help other people. She lived in Honduras for a while, she's Catholic, and she not afraid to yell at people when they get off track. Anyone who knows Elizabeth will know that this girl is leading kind of a parallel life to Elizabeth, and it makes her just the kind of person I want to have around me.
I'm not sure I will ever be friends with her, I think I came across a little bit like a teenager at a rock concert. I made it a little too clear I was a fan I think. Oh well, what happens will happen, and I will be happy if all I get to do is work on a project with such a cool person.

One is Too Many

Why is it ok to kill people as a country when it is not ok to kill people within our country? Police officers have to file a report and explain every time that they discharge thier guns. Why don't out soilders have to do that? If they are always doing the right thing as the media would have us believe why would it be wrong to have them explain. The world has become this crazy place of us and them. As people meet more people they just find new people to hate. But most people love those around them. That means that most people are lovable. When will we learn to look to love new people. I feel like I spend all my time trying to unteach people, to help them see that muslims are real people. It is very strange to find so many people that want to dislike me, or if not me they want to dislike people I love, as if me being an ok person is a fluke and they would have to meet every muslim in the world before they would admit that most of them are good. And this is the part that gets to me, if you are a happy women with a loving husband, he must be a moderate muslim. NO The stronger my husbands faith is at any point in time, the better he treats me, the more loving he is to me, and because my husband has faith I never fear that he will leave me, I never fear that he will cheat on me. I am at complete peace in my marriage because of my husbands faith, and if he were to become too "moderate" then I would start to fear.
I'm so tired of hate and misunderstanding, I just want to fill the world with love. I just want to make a place that is so full of love and friends that even if times get hard the love will make those times great.

Ode to spoiling milk and Z

Z, I always doubted that oatmeal would taste good when made with milk despite your boyscout stories. But as my milk is set to spoil at anytime and I am out of bread, which prevents me from my standard breakfast of toast, I decided to give it a try today. It is good, I shall never doubt your boyscout skills again.

Hijab trials

So of late I have been feeling a little bit restricted by my hijab. I don't think it is really a reflection on my hijab but more of a general reflection of my frustration with Columbus life. Anyway I decided that I would try to combat my feelings by enjoying my scarfs and trying out some new things. I'm not sure that this was entirely a success, either in style of feeling but I thought I would share my meager efforts via blog.
I think that this could work but I think the top scarf would have to be lighter weight so that the braid was not so big.
I like this but I need a white under scarf I think.
Simple, girly.

I'm not sure what to say about these. Feel free to comment or send me new scarfs with which to play. :)

The Greatest Thing About America

I can some up the best thing about this country in one word. Food. I'm not saying that we have the best food in the world. I think that there are many places that make one dish or another much better then it is made in America. What makes food in America great is the variety. One of the most unanswerable questions to me is: What is your favorite food? I know what my favorite New Zealand food is, Samosas with sweet chili sauce. Favorite Pakistani food, Haleem. Favorite Australian food, Vegemite. But I never want to give up the overall variety of food that I can get in this country. I'm sure that it is getting to be the same way in other countries but I feel like in food the US came first.
The other thing I love about having a variety of foods is that it means that certain dishes can be connected with certain people. When I am craving Camila, I also crave New Mexican food, when I want a good stirfry, it always makes me think of Will, I can never hope to make the plantain, mushroom, rice thing as well as Elizabeth, and even though I love party vegetables I never make them when I'm not with Hala because it is just a thing we do together.
What this all comes down to is that I love food and I love the way that it brings people together. The one thing that I really want when I get a real house is a big kitchen with an island that people can sit at and chitchat with the people in the kitchen. Because just as food feeds our bodies, cooking together feeds our souls.

I was told to blog so I will

So it begins... once upon a time...?
The truth is that I like to write but I can only write when I inspired. This is not one of those moments. But I have been told that the more you do something the easier it gets so I figure I will clutter the internet with one more blog in an effort to bring some inspiration to myself, sounds a bit selfish but there you have it.
I might add sections to this blog soon. I have an idea for one section. I think I might make it a goal. A friend of mine and I have been meaning to write a movie script, we have the whole thing mapped out we just need to do the grunt work of writing. So here is my plan. We will add a section to this blog that is the movie. The goal is to write a scene a week till we are done. Either of us can write but it must be done. I do nothing with out deadlines. This main part of the page will be for ideas and thoughts about life. This might be the start of real writing progress or just another good idea that will flop.