Dedicated to @DocRida, because she tagged me... And I think she was the only one who did... But maybe not, because I really stink at this notification thing.
Assalamu alaykum, everyone! I was tagged by DocRida, so here are my twenty facts!
1) I got married two months after I turned nineteen and moved from Oman to Saudi Arabia
2) I have a college-level diploma in Fitness and Nutritional Science, and I earned this diploma before I even received my high school diploma
3) I LOVE FOOD. I just love to cook it, taste every different kind of it and every form of every food in existence! I love to go to buffets JUST SO I CAN TASTE ONE BITE OF TWENTY DIFFERENT FOODS :D
4) I am a very scary editor and critic. I usually won't read the works of anyone I like, so I can avoid the desire to kill them and barbecue them into ashes with my acidic editor/critic tongue. I always stick with the old "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!" adage.
5) I'm an even worse critic when it comes to food preparation. I would never critique a dish lovingly crafted by a friend or relative, but I am very critical of any food that comes under my scrutiny in a restaurant. I'm so horribly scathing that my husband suggested making a phone app for restaurant judging and calling it "THE FOOD SNOB".
6) I am an organization freak. When I grocery shop, I arrange my items JUST SO in my cart and on the conveyor belt, to the point that I get weird looks from people. I also get very upset if the bag-boy doesn't bag things in my organized fashion, and I WILL remove all the items from the bags and rebag them as soon as he is finished. Even if he is watching.
7) I don't look very much like everyone else in my family. I am the tallest, and the only one with a DEAD WHITE complexion. I confuse people when I walk around in public, because according to them, "You look like an Iraqi, wear clothes like a Jordanian, speak English like an American, and speak Arabic like an Omani villager. Where in the heck are you from?"
8) I don't make friends easily, as I'm quite shy and a very private person. I've never had what others term a "best friend" in my entire life, until I met and married my husband. My closest confidante has always been my sister.
9) My sister and I have very distinctively different features, and we always thought in the past that people were blind when we were asked: "Are you TWINS?" No. We are not twins. She is shorter, her nose is different, her eyes are bigger, her lashes are longer, she is pink and I am white, the shape of her face is different, and DUDE... WE LOOK NOTHING ALIKE! *clears throat* Ahem. Sorry. I got a little carried away there.
10) I'm pretty much rambling at this point because I have NO IDEA how I'm going to make it all the way to twenty. Haven't I told you people enough? Ummm.......... *thinking* I have a cat?
11) This is in my bio... But... What the heck. I have an extremely rare disorder called Functional Neurological Disorder. There is no cure, nor is there any known foolproof treatment or medication. It is serious enough to keep many who have it from being able to work or ever function on their own, and it is neglected enough that many doctors have no idea what it is.
12) I hate doctors. No, I don't mean the cliche "I hate doctors" that everyone else whines about. I mean I am heart-stoppingly terrified of going anywhere near anything that resembles a human in a white lab coat; my disorder is triggered, I can't speak, I will probably start crying, and I will want to puke. I also may or may not completely lose my ability to walk (Thanks, FND. Really. Thank you.)
13) I was a nursery teacher from the time I was 15 until I got sick. My boss never knew that she hired a kid, and I would have been in so much trouble if she had asked me for a passport copy. And SHE would have been in so much trouble if the Ministry of Labor has asked me for one. So uh.. Sorry, Abla Mariam! *sheepish grin*
14) I really have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. Every time I look at college majors, I draw a complete and total blank. I have no passions. At all. It's quite pathetic, really.
15) I love animals and I actively avoid pollution and wastage of resources. Reduce, reuse, and recycle, my friends! Also, for those people who teach their kids that there's nothing wrong with littering? "DISHONOR! DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW....!" (Mulan reference, anyone?)
16) Ha, I actually got to sixteen? I'm not sure I've even made sense up to this point. Also, I think I've run out of facts. Hmmm... I learned to read before I hit three years old, and I started speaking when I was just 4 months old. Yes, that was boring and irrelevant, but my mom is very proud of these things and I couldn't think of anything else.
17) This one is controversial, and maybe all my new friends will hate me for it, but here goes: While I don't like reading the news, I don't feel sad when I hear about people dying and other horrifying events that go on nowadays. Why? Because for one, death is a better place for those who are suffering, and dying in a bomb blast is a mercifully quick way to go. If I have to die some kind of horrible death, I would choose that one. Also, I truly believe that this world is doomed. Our world in general is evil, corrupt, disgusting, cruel, and full of people who are greedy and power-hungry.
18) I was invited to join the Flying Hijabis as the Flying ReapBaker, but the main reason I declined after reading their description is what I mentioned above. I CANNOT FIND any beauty left in this world, and therefore, I cannot spread Beautifulity where there is none to spread. (Sorry Flying Hijabis. But you're all awesome if you can find that beauty!)
19) Almost at the end! I can do this! If you truly got to know me, I think I'm a pretty down and depressing person, as much as I joke around. I mean.. Guys.. Just read my poetry and I think you can guess that far. Also, I'm very reserved and extremely serious in real life, and people find me intimidating. I'm only a clown if you know me well.
20) I'm very clumsy. Like.. VERY. I'll knock over a fork, and when I bend down to pick it up, I'll drop food, my phone, some tissue, maybe get some food in my lap... And drop the fork again on the way back up. Most of the "Momentos" in Momentos De Muslimah that were sent by striving_muslimah and involve running into glass windows and almost hitting old ladies with shoes on escalators were unfortunately caused by me. Whenever there is a bang/crash in our house, my husband always calls out.... "What did you break this time?"
Aaaaand I did it! I'll tag people later. I'm a lazy bum. (Does that count as fact #21?)
