Oh ye who believe: stop living in the past

I thought it might be a good idea to switch things up for this post. It’s usually doodle this, doodle that. So, I put my MS Paint skills to the test.

Be honest, is it bad? Am I bad? I am, right? I’m so bad. Tell me I’m bad.


Hijabis want sex too

In my college days I knew a relatively Americanized Muslim student whose parents’ plan to have her hymen checked before marrying her off forced her to resort to other methods of gratification with her boyfriend. This gross invasion of one’s private matters by their parents is just another drop in the endless stream of anecdotal evidence which leads us to a fairly obvious conclusion: where religion is involved people have (and always will) find creative ways to do as they please. I once spotted a Muslim woman with a headscarf making out with her saintly-looking bearded boyfriend in the parking lot outside the university’s library. This was no innocent love-peck given his hand was placed inexorably underneath her shirt.