I'd Rather Be Bald

Being caught without my hijab, or head covering, is the equivalent to wearing nothing. In front of a very large audience. To me, at least. I get so frustrated when I'm not covered and some random guy walks in or there are people at the house and I don't know. I honestly would rather be bald than have men who aren't priveledged to see my hair.

Muslim women are supposed to cover in front of anyone we can potentially marry. So basically everyone except your brothers, father, grandfathers, sons, nephews, grandsons, etc. BASICALLY your immediate family including your parents and kids' immediate families and your father-in-law and your son-in-law. Oh yeah and most importantly not in front of your husband. That'd be really weird if we had to. lol.

Anyways, it's really embarrassing when I'm walking around doing my thing in my own house and realize there's a man in the room. Gasp! It's almost enough to make me tear up out of frustration. At least they were by accident and no one was at fault. All of the times I've been walked in on have been unintentional but I can't help but shaking my fist at the person. In my head. Because I think it's weird to shake your fist physically. *shakes fist* yeah I just tried it. It looks weird.

Sometimes I get lucky, my cousin will be sitting at my house and he won't notice me walking in without my scarf. As soon as I see him I make a quick U-turn and go back upstairs "do-di-do-do-doooing" to myself until I find a scarf to throw on my head.

And other times, I'm not so lucky. A little while ago I did my hair and looked delicious. And was at home. I walked out of my room to come face to chest {I'm only 5'1, so it might have even been elbow} with a rather tall man. He knew he made a mistake by coming up there without letting us know like he usually does so he quickly asked me for a prayer rug, since he wanted to pray. I didn't know what to do. I kinda of threw him a nasty scowl that said do-you-really-think-I'm-going-to-be-thinking-about-a-prayer-rug-right-now?-NO!-I-really-want-to-punch-you-in-the-face-until-you-rewind-the-situation-and-let-me-know-you're-coming-upstairs. But all I did was go, "Hmmph!" and slammed my door.

Later he apologized but..it's not the same. Good thing he doesn't live here. And good thing he apologized. Or else my evil death glare might have killed him by now. He is scared of me, though.


On a completely unrelated, but equally embarrassing note. Back in the day my cousin moved to Michigan from India and lived with us until he got a job and etc. One day I was dumping my stuff in the basement and didn't bother turning the lights on because I was just going to drop some stuff off. I turn around and see this white light coming towards me. I thought it was a ghost or something coming to kill me. So I start screaming my head off and run upstairs to my mom to tell her I almost died and there's a ghost in the basement. 10 seconds later my cousin comes up, laughing. He lives in the basement but I thought he went out. And it was his glasses reflecting what little light there was in the basement. I don't know how to scream. That was my one and only time actually screaming when I'm scared.

ps - my last few posts have been hella jerkish, I promise I'm not. Ask anyone. I'm a darling little thing. Unless you see my hair.

pps - In my other post about the gourd woman, I didn't even speak to the woman without moving her gourd out of the way. That's because she didn't know Hindi or English and I do not speak Telugu. You can tell. I suppose I would have tried but she very rudely knocked me over a few minutes before. People trample all over me. rawr.

ppps - I took the above pic at the Marriott here. It's random, but I wanted to add something pretty. :D