Fake It Til You Make It

Today we went to a place. You could call it a bazaar or a souq. I don't know if either are the technical term for where we went but yeah. 

Anyway, I guess my host cousin was buying bed spreads for when she gets married. I don't know if there is some significance to it but we got a ton of bed spreads. I also decided it was about time for me to get a clutch because if I dress fancy (stay tuned) I can't bring my hippie purse that is actually starting to fall apart. That would ruin the fancy. Besides both my purses are big. And if I want to dance, I don't want to have to lug it around and blah blah first world problems. Anyway I bought a clutch (a small purse with out handles therefore you have to "clutch" it hence the name clutch). I'm excited because it's small enought to be a clutch but I can fit both my phones, my passport and id, an epipen, my keys, my Chapstick, and money. Unfortunately, my inhaler doesn't fit so I can't party too hard. I also bought a gift for my secret Santa and I love it so much. I'll show you when they find out who I am. 

Towards the end of the shopping trip, Nadia and Boosy had to pray so we went to a mosque. This is the fourth mosque I've been to. (The one near my house for eid, the mosque of Muhamed Ali/the castle of some other dude, some mosque close to the AFS office and this one). 

So fourth mosque, first one to ask me to cover my hair. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I never had anything to cover my hair with before, I don't know. Luckily today, I had a scarf on. Also luckily my hair is long enough to be put in a bun without a hair tie. So I got my hair into a place where it could be covered and wrapped the scarf around my head. 

The top isn't very good, you can't see it anyway. It's not at all secure, and the scarf wasn't wide enough for it to perfect. But I tried. And I rocked it… for like ten minutes. Fake it til you make it, right? So that was fun. Mosques are really cool. They're always really nice. Something I finally noticed was that the women are always separated from the men. Also, just because and Egyptian doesn't wear a hijab or burka does not mean they are Christian. One of my Muslim friends told me that Islam is kinda like a mixture of the religions (by this she meant you have to believe in Jesus because he was a prophet). 

Advice: when visiting a Muslim country (and you are female) always carry a scarf. I get lucky when I don't have to wear one. But you never know when you'll go to a mosque and whether or not you must cover your hair. Especially when with a Muslim host family. 

After shopping we came home and ate Koshary. 

And then I studied for my exam tomorrow. I have three more and then finals will be in a week or two. 

So my blog has been a little dead. Well maybe not dead but in a coma. Or passed out. Anyway, a LOT of stuff is happening in the next couple weeks. And lot of bloggable exciting stuff. For which I am hella excited for. And it will be swell. 

I hope you all are having a fabulous holiday season. 

Yesterday, I was in a bad mood in the morning because I was tired and I got paint on my face in art. But then I got this:

And it made my day. 

I've also made the executive decision in that I will never go this long without a dog for the rest of my life. Not living with a dog is horrible. And I don't know how people do it. I don't know why people do it. But it is nice to have my black clothes be black instead of dog fur. 

Have a fantabulous day, I'll see you all very soon. Happy Holidays. 

Don't drink and drive. Stay safe. Stay beautiful. 

Byeeeeeee

Corie.