Haircut

So.. I need some prayer.  I need peace.  I'm willing to share but not on my blog.

Oh and don't worry.. all your comments are posting!  I have to moderate them before they post but they do post :)

Let's see, today I went to the mall with one of my really good friends, Yasmeen, and we had lots of fun :)  I feel that my US shirts are too tight and short so I went looking for different ones, and I found one.  I also bought jeans. I love jeans.  Bargaining in Arabic really helps us practice our numbers.

 I also bought a wedding ring so that men will leave me alone.  Sometimes they drive up to me and stop and say things out their window, or they'll whistle or honk their horns every 2 seconds.  Walking at night (even around 8 or 9 PM) is really uncomfortable for me.. everyone stares daggers and whistles, probably because they think I'm a prostitute.  Which I was just told that no matter what you're wearing, whether it be a bikini or a niqab (in the picture), you're still seen as a prostitute if you're walking alone at night.  But getting back to my first point, if you tell a man you're married, he'll respect it and buzz off.  Atleast he should.  Saying you have a boyfriend doesn't count.

One of my friends was walking down the street and there was a man hardcore staring at her.  The landlord saw him and noticed she was uncomfortable and said something like "Hey buddy, she's married to the blonde guy who lives here," (which wasn't true) but he apologized and looked down right away.

I went to Petra yesterday with the school, and it was nice.  It was different than I thought it would be, but it was still really spectacular and picturesque.  Here are some pictures :)

That guy is Ahmad, one of the staff in the University of Jordan.. he's one of the best guys ever.  So nice and fun.

Oh my goodness, I got my hair cut and dyed.  The guy knew everything.  He said "I know your color, wait,"  and he pulled out a color and started putting it on.  I told him I wanted layers but not too short.  He starts chopping and chopping.. there's hair flying everywhere.. in my face, on my hands, in the air, aaaallll over the floor.  Bam, perfect hair.  Perfect color.  It's the color I've always pictured.

  Oh and Büşra put a Turkish headscarf on me and I took a picture but it's not loading :(  I will try for the next blog.

I almost got run over the other day.  I MIGHT not have been looking both ways and heard a REALLY loud screech about 1 foot in front of me.  The car slowed down to a stop, rolled down its window and the guy started screaming, fist in the air.  I don't know what he said because I don't speak Arabic so I said "Uh.. ana assifa?  Ma behki 3arbi..." which means "Uh.. I'm sorry?  I don't speak Arabic.."  and I ran away :/

That's all for today, I will update soon.  :)