When you grow Old

you could hear the machines roaring, pple walking, running, bicycling.. each breathing hard, sweating and enjoying the sound of music from their IPod. I worked out as always on the edge as I never liked it when the gym was crowded. Even back home, I loved it when it was only me hours before closing and I had remixes playing in the background. I loved how at ease I can be doing whatever I felt like: going crazy, singing, dancing... things I always felt shy to do even infront of girls.

As I worked out, the door opened and a lady came in in her late fourties. I looked at her and the very first thought that came to my mind was, "how would she fit in this room filled with young students-workers?" The thought came to me because I thought of myself when I age, when I no longer am young and do crazy stupid things, where junk dresses, and be a kid; A time where I shall be mature, but yet long for those days. I was the one who thought of all that not the lady whom found her seat, sat and worked out.


I sat there bicycling and looked out the window into the pond. The sky was getting darker and sooner it will start raining.. I stared for a moment and wondered what the lady was thinking of... or more specific, how would i be at that age.

Going CRAZY once in a lifetime

As spring has started in Michigan, I have booked few activities for the weekend in order to enjoy tourism in the USA with my friends, also you can't sit home with this amazing weather.

We started off on Friday night in the Somerset Mall, had dinner at the Chinese restaurant, then head off to Bermingham for the desert plate at a Jewish Restaurant (can't remember the name). Honestly, they have the BEST desert ever!! In the restaurant, we were joined by a friend of Wasseem (he's the white tall guy who's name is Wessam, but am used to the other name from a friend in AIESEC)who enlighted us with his knowledge in history, religion, etc. It was nice to challenge one's belief and make sense of issues. One of which was the existence of the phrase "Son of God" which was traced to eastern country using the phrase "My father" to show power and respect to that person. And it seems that the west misinterpreted as Jesus being the Son of God, calling God "Father". I better mread more about it.... will update you with it..

On Saturday afternoon, we head to Holland!! YES Holland, but in west Michigan:P for the Tulip Festival they are known for. We made it on time for the last parade sponsored by Meijer (more like Carefour). The city was filled with tulip in every corner and every house which made it look more like a European country. During the parade, Abdul Latif (with the green hat) went to buy some french fries and ended up getting it for free because he was thought to be a Jewish since he questioned if they had any kausher meat. I wonder what look the guy would have when he knows that Latif is Muslim!! For some reasons, as I was the only covered girl, I didn't feel at ease with people looking and it felt they were scared....

Any how..




We then visited the Dutch Village(Pic of lil girl by Humaid). The Story behind it started in Beverwyk, Netherland when a family was hoping for a new start in the "land of opportunities", America as times were tough in Europe with the start of World War I. The family settled in Holland, Michgan and grew vegetables to sell locally; but it wasn't profitable. They then grew daffodils and added tulips to their crops which became a "hot spot" for tourists. With time, the farm became popular and a large windmill and souvenir shop were added.

The village gave the feeling of being in real Holland as it has all the details of it. In the souvenire shop, we tried out the wooden shoe and then enjoyed some traditional sweets, bread and surely the famous cheese.



Afterwards, the group agreed to take a trip to Chicago as it was only 2 hours away, which took us with the endless speed of about 1:30 hrs. We arrived, and as always, I fall in love with this city. It is unique in being a big city yet feels like a small town. It is something like New York, yet nothing like it.

We spent the time walking the streets, shopping at Marshall's main mall. The ceiling was nicely designed influenced by the Iranian desigs. Then we had dinner at a known Iranian restaurant "Rezza". The food was really good and its my first since I came to the State. We then headed to the Cheesecake Factory and I had my very first one. DELICIOSO!!


So by the time we got home, it was already 5 am....

We were damn tired, but it was worth it all, as coming up with crazy plans boosts our lives and make it more exciting to live:)

City I belong to

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well.

What City Do You Belong In?

It supposedly says London.. but I am more loving Chicago I would say.