Be Positive or Die.

You know what really irks me? Those grouchy disabled people that get angry when strangers try and help them? Am I the only one who knows these people exist?
I love when strangers open doors for me! I appreciate every single person, friend or complete stranger, that tries to help me if it looks like I need a hand. It just means they’re a good person trying to help someone in need. Seriously, I know one of my friends told me that when she tried opening a door for this disabled man he gave her attitude and said “I got it!”
How rude!
Now I get it, some people can open doors themself and underestimating blahblahblah but if it’s a stranger… They clearly don’t know what you’re capable of doing on your own and let’s be real… Opening doors is ten times easier if someone else does it for you.
My friends know what I’m capable of doing myself. Strangers do not. Strangers assume that people in wheelchairs are pretty much helpless (unless they personally know someone else who’s disabled) so we have to just let them do their good deed of the day with a smile on our face and say thank you. It’s only for half a second anyways.
Now I’m not saying it’s a good thing that strangers think we’re helpless but… We only have about 2 seconds of meeting that person which isn’t quite enough time to explain to every stranger of all your capabilities.
All I’m sayin.

Smile, bitches.


Sincerely, Wheelchair People.

My biggest pet peeves when it comes to being in a wheelchair.
The shit people say and do….
1. Telling me to turn off my wheelchair.
I’ve been in a wheelchair since I was like 3 years old… And for SOME reason people feel the need to tell me when to turn my chair off… I think I know how to control my own chair. Personally, I hate turning my chair off so that’s probably why it bothers me so much.

2. Telling me HOW to drive.
Back to being in a wheelchair since I was 3… Some people try and tell me which way I should be turning and places I can and can’t fit. I don’t tell you guys how to walk. Just like you guys stub your toes, I run into things here and there. Same concept.

3. When people pet me.
I’ve come across a few incidents where people like to pet and stroke my head when they first meet me… I feel like a freakin dog. I think it’s the equivalent to shaking peoples hands or giving them a pat on the back. I haven’t quite figured out why but it’s quite annoying. Also, you’re messing up my hair! C’mon people.

4. When people apologize for disability.
Now it hasn’t happened to me personally but I feel like people have apologized to my mom before after she tells them I have a disability. WHY?! I’m not dying people. Apologizing for something I was born with is like giving condolences after someone’s death. So… Watch how you reply to news like this.

5. When people assume I’m paralyzed.
I CAN FEEL EVERY BODY PART. Some people feel the need to answer other peoples questions about my disability by telling others I’m paralyzed. False. Paralyzed means you have no feeling or control in a certain part of your body. I have feeling, I just don’t have the muscle to move it.

6. When cops tell me to slow down.
This happened a lot in high school. The security guards would tell me to “slow down or they’ll give me a ticket” and I just ignore or give them a quick fake chuckle. I don’t know why, but it’s very annoying when cops do this. I feel like an 8-year-old on one of those electric cars that go like 3 miles an hour with my dad screaming behind me “slow down I can’t catch up you’re too fast for me” to make the experience funner and more exciting….

7. “Going for a walk”
If I say this, please do not correct me. Clearly I cannot walk but saying “I’m going for a roll” just sounds weird.. Plain and simple.

8. Being stuck behind people.
This is the worst. People generally walk at a pace of about 3 miles an hour. My chair can go twice that fast. So when a group of people decide to walk right next to each other and there’s no way for me to go around, my god it’s annoying. Imagine if you were on your longboard or bike and this happened. Yeah, I feel the same way.

9. “You’re so lucky you don’t have to walk”
…..believe it or not I’ve been told this a hand full of times. Not being able to walk is not something to be lucky about. I’ve gotten this mostly when I’m out with people and there’s a lot of walking involved. Like at a mall or amusement park. I’m not “lucky” I can’t walk, you’re just lazy and out of shape. When you get tired of walking you have the ability to sit down and relax. I do not have that option. Just a little thought.

10. Random wheelchair people say hi
So at school there aren’t that many wheelchair people maybe like seven. I know two of them… Yet when I pass one I don’t know, they feel the need to say hi to me. Okay, I don’t wanna sound like an asshole or anything but it’s obvious the only reason they’re waving is because we’re both in wheelchairs.. For some reason, this is a pet peeve of mine. I say hi to lots of random people but not specifically because of a certain feature. I may be over exaggerating this one but it’s something I’ve noticed.

11. Accessible. One step.
If a building has ONE step, it’s not accessible. A number of times I’ve had people say “yeah it’s accessible, there’s just one step.” That “one step” is usually a huge step that my wheelchair cannot go up without assistance. Therefore, it is not accessible.

12. When people call me speedracer.
I feel like an 8-year-old when people say this. Just don’t do it.

These are just some things I’ve thought about. I know there’s more so I will be adding to the list as life goes on. (:
I still love you all, just some things on my mind. (:


&&I’ll Take It With Me To My Grave.

So I’m a girl. Muslim. And disabled. Meaning there’s lots of double standards, religious expectation, and underestimation in my life.
Triple-suicide-bomb is what it actually sounds like.
I absolutely hate when my parents try and say my brothers can do something because “they’re boys and I’m a girl”
Drives me nuts. I’m sure my parents know by now that using that excuse will only make me want to do it more. Going to college is one example. Involves all three of these actually!
Before going to college it was a huge debate about me going away to Illinois state for college.
1. Because I’m a girl.
2. Muslim girls don’t go away for college. They pretty much must live under their parents wing until marriage.
3. I’m disabled, how will I fend for myself.
I fought and won all three arguments. And I am really glad I did.
I was born and raised in Chicago. Though I truly respect my religion and the beliefs, some rules are just meant to be broken. I’m completely Americanized. And my mom gets that. My stepdad on the other hand, does not. I can go for hours on end about him and how much I disagree with every little thing that comes out of his mouth, including the way he raises his kids, but I won’t. Because hes not worth the precious words I use in my blog.
Anyways– I digress (stole that phrase from my teacher. It’s growing on me.)
So I am Americanized and just think that some American customs make a lot more sense than Muslim ones. I mean it’s what I grew up learning naturally in this society. I like to have my own beliefs. Makes me know I have control over my life and where I’m headed.
And I want my kids to grow up knowing that too.
I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about Muslim religion. Everyone that knows me, knows I’m Muslim yet still am Americanized as can be.
I honestly hate when parents bring their family here to America trying to shelter and protect them from the society they live in. IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
I get it, better opportunities here, but you can’t expect your kids not to catch customs from the place they reside. Its so irrational to think they have the capability of hiding the real world.

Okay… I could go on for hours about how I disagree with how some people raise their children. I’ll just agree to disagree for now.
I just know, in my case… My parents finally see that my disability has never stopped me from doing anything, me being a girl will never stop me from doing any “boy” things, and I am an Arab-American with mixed beliefs.

Sue me.


Spread the love.

Instead of getting angry I just cry… I don’t know what else to do at the moment. I don’t get angry. I hate it. I avoid it. I don’t want people angry at me. Ever.
I can’t stand the thought of someone being mad at me.
I don’t like being yelled at.
And if I am arguing with someone I hate when people argue with profanity. What point are you making by calling someone a “fucking bitch,” seriously.
Nothing bothers me more.
If you’re angry, state your point and move on. The verbal attacks are not necessary and just cause more problems.

Better yet, spread love not war.

PS sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I just finished school today and have been busy as ever with school and such.