It is not me, it is you. Although you’re pretty alright compared to “exotic” Michigan, you are not awesome enough to totally make up for that fat rat that almost hit my leg running down the metro stairs, the constant smell of sewage or urine, or that white, middle-aged guy who thought it’d be just fine to steal my taxi from me with his two spoiled brats, ignoring my screaming and admittedly pathetic cursing.
I do not use the F-word and multiple other more powerful ones, and so I ended up yelling weak phrases like “you rude idiot” – that obviously won’t cut it in New York City. Although I resisted the urge to pull him out of the taxi and hit him, thus potentially facing deportation (idk if that could really happen but I better stay on the safe side), I made a mental note to carry a less lethal but insulting weapon around the next time (a shibshib – flip-flop sandal, anyone?).
(Looking all homeless and stuff after missing the Megabus back to my favorite US city, DC. What I wore: scarf: Norway, fringed suede vest: River Island, statement sweater: River Island, white tank coverup: Vous Etes Belle Fashion, boyfriend jeans: ASOS, bag: Forever21, studded ankle boots: River Island, accessories: Ebay, ASOS, Icing)
Also. New York does sleep, at least compared to Cairo. Despite the latter’s even dirtier and stinkier appearance, the life of that city makes up for just about anything else.
(Exploring Brooklyn, a pretty chill part of town. What I wore: scarf: street vendor, tiger print shirt: Norway, tropical print maxi skirt: Boohoo, bag: Forever21, leopard sandals: New Look, massive vintage necklace: gift from my friend Reem, antique look silver bracelet: Yemen, kaf/hand earring: El Husayn, Egypt)
(Closeup of the statement piece of statement pieces, gifted to me on my last birthday by my dear friend Reem)
(Unbeatable combo: being a kid AND eating awesome food. I live for good food. This girl doesn’t do diets.)
It is not all bad, however. Far from it. What I do love about New York is its many originals. People wear anything and everything, and sing in the streets. Now that’s my kind of crowd. Thus my serious print mismatching outfit and my tutu were very well received.
(A punkish state of mind. Or something along those lines. What I wore: skull print scarf: H&M, jersey neck scarf: Unique Hijabs, neon pink shirt: Forever21, suspenders: Urban Outfitters, black maxi tutu: Ebay [the seller is Angel-Secret], bag: Gina Tricot [Norway], accessories: Icing, ASOS, street vendor)
What’s more, I got to see my mom and sister, attended a charity event, went thrifting (and got a tacky-superb sequin top), did some sight-seeing, got to eat some yummy food (that reeeeally matters to me), and caught up with some loveable girls.
(Stylish lovely ladies Ayperi and Sana from ModHijabi <3)