Happy Holidays!

Our family has an ongoing tradition: we decorate the house and find any excuse to exchange gifts. This year was no different. My five year old nephew Salem anxiously awaited to rip to shreds the gift wrappings and freaked out in excitement over every single toy and book he received. I mean, just geek out…

Living the Confused Expatriate Life – Part 2 of a Few

After my third month living in Qatar, I just stopped trying to answer to these people. Yes, I'm here alone with the blessings of my family. However, that's when I came to realize that there are very few people like me in Qatar and most young ladies are living here either with family or a spouse, not alone. I miss my mommy.

Living the Confused Expatriate Life – Part 1 of a Few

However, living this expatriate life comes with a couple of interesting confusions. Maybe I just lived in this wonderful tolerant city that is San Francisco to have to deal with this identity confusion that I'm dealing with now. I'm a Muslim Egyptian American expatriate who talks in a lovely California accent but "looks" and talks Arabic like an Egyptian. Confusing much? Apparently so!

Egyptian Inspired Friday Breakfast for One

Early this weekend -Fridays in Qatar of course- I came home from Jummah prayer craving an Egyptian style breakfast like the one my mommy and I used to make back in San Francisco, California. Take a moment to grasp this global sentence before I continue. =P I'm still learning to cook for one without leftovers…

My Public Letter to Hamada Helal

Dear Hamada Helal, Please put down the microphone, turn around and walk away from the music industry forever. This catastrophic song of yours (from an even catastrophic movie, Mr. and Mrs. Awees) has now put you in the I'm-not-a-descent-musician category alongside Tamer Hosny and the 4cats. It's because of stupid, uncreative, unimaginative Arab artists such as yourself,…