Strawberry Mask

Got acne?? Well this mask is great for you then. Because strawberries can exfoliate your skin and help get read of the acne since it has salicylic acid. All you need are:

A couple of fresh strawberries
1 Egg white
2-3 teaspoons of honey
1 tablespoon of plain yogurt

Mix the ingredients until smooth, then avoiding the eyes spread it all over your face and neck. Leave for 25-30 minutes and then rinse with water and dry face.....

If you have extra then put it in a container with a tight lid and refrigerate for next time....

IM BACK!!!!!!!

Hey buttercups! Im sorry for being MIA...., but im here now... and YES I have been back to the states as well..... I got back on May 4th I believe.... YES just in time for Mothers day which was my first mothers day.... Any who... I got my mom gold earrings from there for mothers day and she loved it!! Any ways so I had been looking for a job, and I got a temp to hire job working for Apple at the IBM building but it was VERY far and didnt pay much so I quite and after a month or less got a job working for a dental clinic for children (I would not mention the name) So I happy work there now... I am planing on going back to school to get my EDDA certificate, so Im EXCITED for that.... I will let you know when it starts.... It will be hard for sure, being a mom and working full time and going to school, but its for our future, so its a good thing.... any ways Im pretty tired right now, but I will try my hardest to keep up with my blog....

LOVE, PEACE, & HAPPINESS. . . . ^_^

What happened...

Well nothing really happened, because when I went home that day, the ugly guys were not their, and the driver drove me all the say to the door, so...... BUT what did happen was that I was talking to my sister-in-law outside of the house, and in a low tone voice, and told her what happen. My hubby was inside the house watching wrestling. When I came inside he looked mad, so I was like oh God please help me.... He starting asking why I didnt tell him what happen. He started to yell at me saying what kind of husband am I, when my own wife doesnt tell me all this... So tried to explain, but. . . . Any how now he knows, and yeah.... Well I have a good but sad news... Im going back home to Denver.... Why you ask???

Well my bro and his wife and kids are moving, and my mom can not afford the payment of our mortgage by her self.... SO that means I would have to help her WHICH means I must go back home and find a good job with good pay, and at the same time I will still be working for AFSAT, from home. I hope that I can open up the business fast for mr. Faiz(my boss), so one of the branches in the states could open and I can run it for him from there.... we will see.... So yeah... thats bout it nothing else happened which was dermatic... oh yeah one thing I drove in AFG. It was ok, but the streets were not that good... there are LOOOOOOTS of pot holes here! SO STOP COMPLAINING PEEPS IN THE STATES!! LOL..... ok well you might not thear from me till I get home (InshAllah), but yeah.....

Talk to ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Sundays has always been a long, slow, boring day for me, I don’t know why, but here in AFG Land I work so its not that bad, and to be honest I don’t even know what day is what any more… I feel un-organized because, I guess its because we only have one day off here, and you cant do a lot with only one day off. Not only that but, cant go anywhere without a male escort here. And when you do go out with a male escort/bodyguard, I feel rushed, although I am not being rushed. Miss the days when I was able to hop on my car, and drive to where ever I needed to go alone. Well these days will come and go, and soon hopefully I will be HOME SWEET HOME!
In the mornings, when the driver comes and picks me up, I just sit in the back of the car and look around, at the people on the streets. Man, women; old, young, everyone is trying to get somewhere, the streets are filled with taxi’s and other cars honking at each other, and just thinking about themselves. There is dust in the air, and every one covers their faces. There is a mom holding her sons hand and waiting for the bus. There is an old man with his turban, and white bearded trying to get on his bike.
At work, I get out of the car, and say hello to the guard, and other co-workers. I open the door and get in, and say “Salaam” to whoever is in the office and then walk through to where I sit. I open the window and hear all sorts of birds chirping and singing. I remove my Abayus(long thin coat), and remove my purse. I sit and open my laptop, and get ready to start my day with an old Dell laptop which takes forever to do anything on it. Don’t ask about the internet, because that is slow as well, but I think its due to the slow laptop. The Khala(aunt) or the cook brings me coffee, and asks how Im doing, and how is my son. With a smile I say “Im good and so is he, thank you, how are you?
The day goes by, and before you know it, its time to go home. On my ways back home, I see the same as I saw in the morning, but this time everyone is trying to get home. Its dusty everywhere, but you cant close the window, otherwise it will get hot and smelly in the car, so you leave it open. The driver drops me off by the street that goes to my house, he tells me he can drop me off by the door, but I say “no its ok, I NEED the walk.” On my way I see kids running around, and playing by the ground water pump. I look at the kids, and see how poor they are, and how old their clothes are, I get sad for them and wish I had a lot of money or things which I didn’t want so I can give it to them…. When I get home I feel relaxed, and happy to see my sweet precious baby boy. . . .