There was an interesting "incident" that happened at my workplace yesterday, and when I was told the situation I was completely dumbfounded at the ignorance that exists at my workplace. I decided to share it with you all, and just share my anger and frustration with the people I love the most. I'm not too keen about my job, but hey a job is a job, and the only thing that I expect at any work area is respect for my deen.

So yesterday my manager called my friends into his office ( I wasnt in yesterday), to discuss a pattern he has noticed amongst the muslims in my section. He stated that we all log out of the phones at the same time, and seem to be taking the same "bathroom" breaks, I guess my friends realized right then and there that these bathroom breaks he was referring to are when we log out to go an pray our salaat. Nobody was confrontational because it couldve possibly meant that he made a mistake and misunderstood the situation, but instead he went on to say that "we abuse our break privileges", and that "if it was prayer that we want to do, we shouldve had asked for permission" he asked how many times we pray and if its necessary that we do.He even called a few other muslims into his office to see if the stories matched. I found all this very strange because from the beginning he had assigned a room especially for the muslims to go pray in and gave us permission to use it whenever we like, but when he called the muslims into his office he made it seem as though he was completely oblivious to islam. I don't understand why it was necessary for all those muslims at my workplace to get into trouble over something that we legally have the right to do. What was even more surprising is that fact that our team leader was the one who brought it to his attention, when she herself knew the reasons behind our temporary absense (which is usually five minutes tops)and she always helped us get an empty room to pray in. Apparently now were being monitored for everytime we get up, I think thats just ridiculous, I'm not too sure if the problem has been resolved, but from what I know is that he did not even apologize....
and yes my boss is a jerk, and were all looking for other jobs.....



Have you ever got a pimple on your face and even though it’s relatively small it’s the only thing you can notice on your own face. This morning I woke up and lo and behold this red thing was looking right at me. It changes your whole persona, u start trying to cover it when people are looking at you. I mean ZITS are so annoying arrrrg. The funny part is most of the time you’re the only person who really even notices it in the first place. I was offered lunch today and this friend kept looking at me; boy oh boy did it make me feel uncomfortable. Generally speaking I hate people looking at me and it’s even worse when you have this red thing popping out at you. This leads me to my next topic what is beauty?


Random Rage

So yea it’s my first blog and I can see I already have an image set out for me. Lets break out of that shell a little bit, the “baby” persona. Well my friends, age ain’t nothing but a number and I can definitely say that is very true. But yes so im here venting out a pet peeve of mine and it’s the constant belief that women are destined to live in the kitchen with their only utensils in life being a frying pan and a spatula. Don’t get me wrong I do believe that women should take care of their family, but to a certain degree. I mean come on, we’re all in school for a reason so I don’t see why its all of a sudden thrown away when the ring is placed on that finger. Why cant we have our careers, have our kids, and still be living happily? And yes being Somali has also given us the idea of having 13 kids as normal lol. I mean yea I guess time is something us ladies fear but for some reason out there I believe there is a happy way of living while having everything worked out. I mean why cant ur husband cook once in a while? Why can’t he take some time and clean the living room, or even set the table? So ya I guess for a first blog I look like a raging feminist but I do believe in women having a bigger role than just cooking and cleaning all day while the husband goes to work and asks for the big piece of chicken (yes, I kno all fathers/older brothers do this loool) so ladies, I say raise that spatula high with one hand and ur degree’s in the other and let it be known u have a voice that says more than “chicken or beef?”

…its Sweet….Bittersweet007…

Who are we, and what are we here for?

Well we havent really figured out the purpose of this blog, we kinda started it without explaining ourselves. I keep getting comments from people asking for a proper introduction, and I've put it off till now. So here goes, basically we are two somali sistah's hailing from toronto canada. Writing is a form of therapy for us we blog to release our built up tension or just vent when we want to vent. You know at times when you see a person walking so slow infront of you they don't give you the chance to move ahead of's frustrating isnt it, yea well this is where we go to discuss these "issues". We wanted to take part in this blog, write down our views for whatever it maybe and get other people's opinions on it as well. I'll try the best I can to introduce us properly.

Imaan49-that is I, I'm mostly on this only because my life is not as interesting as theirs, pathetic I know.

reality101-she goes through severe moodswings an is probably boycotting this blog as I type. she writes once in awhile and is also known as toronto's hearthrob.

so thats us, hope you all enjoy this blog an as I already mentioned in the disclaimer that the things we mention in these posts are just opinions and are not meant to offend anyone...take care for now


Ya Allah!

I think everyone goes through a point in their life where they just analyze every part of it..and think what the FACCK? its usually when shit happens…and you just ask yourself questions like..What are we living on this earth for? To worship allah right? So why is it so hard…there are so many trials and tribulations that we go through....Sometimes I think honestly that this is all some long dream about our lives and we’re going to wake up and be reunited with Allah…if only it was that easy…unfortunetly its not..and we have to work to go to heaven..Sometimes I wake up feeling so inadequate and im like…im not really certain about any other part of my life..but one thing I am certain about is Islam..i know it is the right path..I know that one day I want to be in heaven..i know that one day I want to be reunited with my dad..i know that one day I want to meet the Al-mighty creator..…that’s all I really want from this life..but its hard when u get side tracked by this life..and its complications…Its hard when you’re heartbroken and u hear some slow track and u feel like you could relate to it, instead of reading quran or making dua to Allah, Its hard when everyone around you is having fun and you’re not..because you’re tryna better yourself, its hard when we live in a country filled with fitna, to the point that some things are not even frowned upon anymore only because everyone is doing it…its hard not knowing when you’re going to die and it can happen any second..point blank: this life is hard! But I guess the only way we can get through it without going crazy is if we keep reminding ourselves that one day this will all be over, and if u were a good muslim on this earth you will be rewarded in the hereafter and you will be basking in allahs glory for all eternity. So either live it up in this world {on the edge cuz you never know when its going to end}…or live by the quran and sunnah and be patient. And you will be in heaven for the rest of your life…that’s what it really comes down to…

-May Allah Guide us on the Right Path-


I had a very enlightening discussion with a friend of mine recently which provoked some thought in my brain. That doesn’t happen too often so I felt the need to share it or for lack of better words express myself. “There are very few man left, so you got to keep what you have and if you don’t have one you better settle for less” is something similar to what my friend blabbered. I obviously can’t remember the exact wording of that because I clearly have a life but I think you get the point of what I’m saying. I actually don’t believe it’s come to the stage where a girl must grab and go. I mean it’s a long life commitment at the end of the day, not a pair of shoes you’re planning on buying. No refund no exchange. Besides if you think about it, even if the men are decreasing in size you still must fret because if your not wife number 1, just behave yourself and you could be wife number 2. Being wife number two also has its benefits, or so I’ve told myself. Having wife two status, means that wife 1 wasn’t cutting it, so he had to get himself another 1. What I also noticed is that divorced single mothers are very high in demand. Maybe that’s the route we should all be taking ladies, hook the bait, get pregnant and ditch him so you can find that price charming of yours. Let’s examine the benefits of this; she gets money from the government for that kid, she is probably now on welfare plus government house as well, and she isn’t really expecting much. What exactly does that translate to, it’s a free living expense.. GET ON IT… don’t settle for more settle for less ladies


Bollywood Fantasies

Well serendipity was on the other day, an I couldn’t help but torment my soul to watch it yet again. It makes me devastated when I watch these types of movies. Its my reason to shed just a few tears, but despite the pain it causes it is pretty tempting. These chick flicks do us females no good, it just makes you list all your insecurities in the back of your mind, an wonder “why don’t I have that Corey and Topanga type love?”. I don’t know the answer to that question, and of course movie writers knowing the majority of the audience are females purposely script the movie to make the guy get the girl. Can someone please script my story!!!, well the movie finally ended with them being together (obviously), an even after watching it SEVERAL times, I watch it as though I have never watched it before. Still shedding my tears as if the predictable story line is oblivious to me….


The Hollywood Life

It sucks to say that I do not have a life like the hills, and I’m glad because my typical day (if I were on a reality show) would involve most of my time doing nothing but a) in front of the computer, b) in front of the fridge, c) watching TV, and d) talking on the phone. That’s my Hollywood life people, nothing but penniless relaxation, I don’t get room service but if I yell loud enough I can get my youngest sister to bring my food to my room (bribes are included). I have an abundant supply of bananas, rice, hilib, an basto. I don’t strut around in fancy lounges; I strut around covered in jewels with the finest Diracs, in the finest halls in Toronto with nothing but the finest people. Yup that’s the life, the Somali life is the Hollywood life.

p.s gotta get some white fudge brownies for someone



I’ve been mia of late but I’m back. This isn’t going to be a very meaningful post because I don’t see meaning in a lot of things. Call me depressed, call me a pessimist but many things are really just pointless. I know this is a blog and I’m supposed to rant about some topic but right now I just want to vent. Human beings just suck; I hate everyone, and everything (except for some white fudge brownie). So anyone who brings me a white fudge brownie is good in my books…


Cycle of torture

School is finally done, and blissful times have finally come, and “life” aka stress is temporarily put on hold. Well a different kind of stress, you know the kind of stress where you basically try to kill urself for a good grade, an sacrifice sleep, hunger thirst for a future that may never make you rich. That stress is put on hold, an now the mutated version is soon arriving, you know the kind where you practically kill yourself, sacrifice sleep, hunger an thirst to make enough inorder to pay towards that “future” that may never make you rich to begin with. But whose complaining right, no matter what challenges come our way this cycle that we seem to go through is something that we crave for, ok maybe not everyone but I do. Even if money is not involved I can vouch for everyone (please agree with me on this) that the bragging rights to a degree is just as satisfying. Ok maybe not completely, I’m just tryna prove my theory here, an I decided since I haven’t posted anything in a while the time is now to share my theories with you.
I know I’m a nerd everything I talk about has to do with school an that sort, but whatever nerds are cool, an I shall end this by saying POWER TO THE NERDS

Respectively, (<--don’t know if that makes sense but it looks so professional)