How to be pure

He was staring at me non stop. It was probably my man bun. I was looked at in weird ways by abusers, liars, hypocrites, cheaters with a few thieves thrown in. But they were better people than I was. They were the chosen ones, all hand picked by God himself. Anyone to forfend by what they believed was wrong, were WRONG. There was no messing with those people.

I was covered in shame, trying to hide my face using my hair. Since they weren’t pleased by the man bun, I untied it and let my shoulder length hair cover my face so I could hide behind it. I took a peek through the layers and they weren’t happy at all. It felt like they were casting me out of heaven forever. I left there with hate and promising to grow my hair even longer. I have now become stubbornly hateful because I was jealous of those who had the key to heaven. Since I was out anyways I was gonna be bad to the bone.

After watching Terminator 2 for some motivation on being bad to the bone I got even more upset because the bad guy was liquid metal and there was no way in hell I could be like that. Great, now hell too.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror and realized that I wasn’t casted our of heaven yet. I am not dead yet. I have time to redeem myself and have a clean bun instead of a messy one.I figured I’d start there. I felt better about myself. I went in to work lifting my bun with pride. It was all neatly tucked in and I was getting less dirty look and more clean looks.

I then saw someone walk in with an undercut. How dare he walk in here looking like that?!!! Where does he think he is? This is the middle east. Then walked in a women with a pierced lip. HOW DOUBLE DARE YOU? You both ought to DOUBLE DATE. I then remembered how I was casted out of heaven with mere judgmental looks. I stopped casting them out and smiled at them. They looked at me weirdly. I smiled even more hoping they could the read the smile, which read ” It’s okay, I understand. I know what you go through sometimes. And I’m not casting you out of heaven, don’t worry.” They walked out and we lost 2 potential clients. But at least they walked out knowing I was with them.

I made another decision , to never try and cast anyone out of heaven again or give them judgmental looks. We are all going through our own journey and kindness always wins. I was gentle with myself and It worked. The gentler I became with people, the more they accepted me and I them. I formed a bond with myself and a pact to never judge anyone based on appearance, race, color or food choices ( I’m working on this one ) .

And how did I get my self out of hell after being casted out of heaven?! It was one good decision. And I think that’s something I ought to work on more often. Making better decisions. 

I have rid myself out of the purist mentality a long time ago and have met and made more friends with people from all walks of life. Some who didn’t even walk much. And I’ve accepted them in my heart. It all started with a better decision. So the next time I make a move, I’ll think of the better decision and take that one step forward. We will always be on a high horse and look down at other, the purer we are. Lets rid ourselves of purity. It’s non existent. Making a better decision exists and the next good decision will be to post this.



I wanna be a …….. when I grow up

When I was younger I use to change my mind every week about who I wanted to be when I grow up. Successful business man, doctor, famous athlete, coffee barista and  now at 25 I’m still wondering what I wanna be when I grow up. Here’s the thing I don’t wanna be one thing any more. I wanna do multiple things and that’s the beauty of the time we live in. We can be a driver and a business man at the same time, a barista and a writer, a blogger and a you-tuber and in my case a teacher, fitness instructor, nutritionist, freak, blogger and a YouTuber!

Who am I really though? That’s a hard question to answer, I mean really hard, even when someone asks me where i’m from, I have to pause for a little while and think of which country I should tell this person I’m from.God! it’s confusing.

But here’s the thing, “labels are for cans not people”. We live in a very diversified world with a lot of mixes and we don’t have to be one thing or the other. Isn’t that great! We can do many things at once and not be just one thing, fun ha!

If you’re in your 30-50’s and still don’t know what you wanna be, don’t panic. Those who knew what they wanted to be at the age of 20 are mostly now having a mid-life crisis ( me included ) . Figure it out, we have till death. I think it’s a constant battle and a constant struggle, but it doesn’t have to be a struggle. Find something you’re good at, do it and get paid for it, if something else comes along, then do that as well. You’ll be the person of many skills.

What about society? Just forget about that, people are either too busy living their life or too unhappy that they talk about others instead since theirs isn’t interesting enough to talk about. Here’s a good comeback line for society, ” pay my bills, vacation expenses, buy me cool gadgets , and I’ll be whatever you want me to be for 8 hours a day 🙂 ” of course as long as its legal and doesn’t involve the exploitation of my soul, has long lunch breaks, good benefits, I get to go home early, 40 calendar days off a year, yearly bonuses and a little something something for Eid, and throw in christmas as well. oh and it’s fun and I really really have to enjoy it and I have to love my boss.

Do not panic, the world isn’t built like that anymore. We can be doctors and fitness instructors and have a car wash business on the side, yes it’s possible. Don’t know what you want to be? It’s fine, neither do I. Now do stuff you love. Done

I end this post by advising everyone who’s undecided to be a teacher and don’t take your ideas granted. Even if you don’t know what you want to be, be a teacher. Rejoice in what you learn and spray it, you’ll feel amazing. spray it