Confirming what I already kinda knew

After what seems has been an entire year of dealing with non-emergency but nonetheless irritating health issues, perioral dermatitis (Vaseline is my BFF nowadays), persistent allergies, etc. (these etcetera I do not wish to share on a public blog), I finally have some answers!

I made a FB post about this earlier this evening somewhat in jest, but I suppose it’s kind of a sad thing…

I had the infamous allergy test done today and learned: I have a lot of allergies. And they’re not just “Back to School” allergies, as I once called them either.

I am allergic to the following:

  • Cats (already knew that, but now it’s official)
  • Dogs (more on this later)
  • Dust mites
  • Many types of trees (but not pine or willow. I can still talk to Grandmother Willow about John Smith)
  • Weed pollens (did you know that “Plaintain, English” is the name of a weed pollen?)
  • Grass Pollens
  • Molds

I did not have a food allergy test done. But I will tell you that I am allergic to raspberry-flavoured desserts, elaichi in my biryani, and green fings (i.e. cooked coriander).

With the exception of dogs, I could have guessed most of these. I’m a bit surprised that I’m allergic to trees though. Does that mean I will never meet Treebeard?

The biggest takeaway is that the Hanafi-Muslim fear I have of dogs is not just a Hanafi-Muslim fear! I’m actually allergic to dogs! So now when I see dogs (living in America, they are EVERYWHERE), I can just say that I’m allergic rather than try to justify the look of terror fear on my face.

Non-Muslim dog owner: But Rocky is so friendly! Ahhh, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?

Me: Oh, I know. He really likes me. He’s already licked me on three separate occasions. But it’s not that. So, like, I have to pray 5 times a day and need to keep my ablution for the day, because I am OCD when it comes to public restrooms. And according to my school of jurisprudence – but not all Muslims are this way – just South Asians and some Arabs, but also because I am super OCD, it’s mostly that, your dog’s saliva will break my ablution and I will be out all day and won’t be able to go home to do another ablution. You understand, right? 

I imagine that most people who read this post will be like, “Huh?” but that is okay. I happen to think this post might actually be one of my funniest.

And like all my jokes, I’m the only one who’s laughing :) But again, that is okay. This is a blog titled Cake & Cows. You signed up for this!

Thoughts on the recent U.S. immigration ban by a Canadian-born American Muslim woman

What is going on in this country? My U.S. citizenship could very well mean nothing soon enough. Perhaps I’m being overly pessimistic. I read an article today on how fascism develops and it always begins with denial. I don’t want to be in denial. Of course, I would hope that the two other branches of government do something to halt the erratic behaviour of the man who is currently serving as President in the country I live in. Sure, a temporary stay has been issued. But Trump, I’m sure, will have his staff do something on Monday (weekends are for relaxing, of course).

I’m not really thinking about what will happen to me. Right now, I’m furious at what’s going on in this country since Friday evening. Green card-holders (!) being denied entry, just because they happen to originally be from 1 of 7 Muslim-majority nations? I’m pretty sure that’s illegal. National security my a- donkey (I forgot that I don’t swear ;). If national security were really a concern, Saudi Arabia would be on that list. But hey, it’s not. Hmmm.

When I think about the U.S.’s not-so-secret alliance with Saudi Arabia, it turns me into a darned conspiracy theorist. In these moments, I like to tell myself I’m Canadian. It makes me feel better. It’s never been a better time to be a Canadian. But the fact of the matter is, I live in this country. And it’s distressing that the President of the country I choose to live in and his team are yet again using my religion this time to deny people their right to life. Because if you discriminate against another Muslim simply because of his or her faith, you ARE discriminating against me. And I take it personally.

Not only will this move, regardless of the legal battle and its results, embolden those who might actually threaten “national security,” it’s damned hypocritical. Don’t tell me this is the land of the free if you bomb every other country to death. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but my anger is not. You don’t get to sit on your high horse while you beat others with your polo stick. That was a horrible analogy, I know. But I hope my point is clear.

I attended an interfaith gathering today which, as you can imagine, addressed the fear surrounding today’s America. One of the questions that I felt passionate about was, “Are there any barriers facing you?” And I was like, “Yes, as a visible Muslim woman, I’m only useful if my opinion follows the carefully orchestrated narrative of what a Muslim ought to sound like. I have to prove my patriotism. I shouldn’t have to do that. Being able to criticize my government is the most fundamental right of an American.” Well, I was not as as eloquent when I said it. But that was my point.

As an American citizen, I have every right to express my opinions and call out whomever it may be on their discrimination and, which especially riles me, their hypocrisy. As a Canadian-born, I’ve never felt more American than I have today writing this.

Obligatory blog post from your favoUrite Canadian-American (because I’m most likely the only one you know!)

I find myself in a unique position being a Canadian-born U.S. Citizen. And never more than today: the day the endless cycle that is the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election finally comes to an end – or so we hope.

On Facebook, it’s been a continuous feed of “I’ve voted” status updates and photos. I voted early, so I don’t have any photos from today. But I did want to contribute to the mix by making my temporary profile pic a photo of me wearing my Canada shirt when I visited Washington, D.C. during Memorial Day Weekend. But perhaps it’s a little too tongue-in-cheek for social media. My sense of humour seems to go right over most peoples’ heads.

So, I will post it on my blog.

I post a lot of pics of myself, don’t I?

Ah, I feel better.

I like to make jokes about how no matter what happens, I still have that fail-safe option which allows me to move back to the Motherland. But, as I’ve written before, I am neither wholly Canadian nor wholly American. In ways, I am neither. In ways, I am both.

Mr. Rafia will most likely be up all evening watching the news. I’ll probably head to bed around 10 PM and read my latest book (“You Can’t Make This Stuff Up” by Lee Gutkind – such an apt title for our times) until I fall asleep. I’ll find out who wins tomorrow morning along with everyone else. It’s not nearly as fun watching CNN’s John King play around with his Magic Wall (If there were such a thing as a ‘dream job,’ King would have it).

I don’t have anything substantial to add to the fray with this post (quite honestly, we’ve been hearing the same thing from everyone for the past 500+ days – I’m just practicing my First Amendment Constitutional right as a U.S. Citizen ;). I just wanted to say that today my status as an observer/participant has been more heightened than it usually is. That’s all. Have a great day, y’all!