A Walk Into The Gardens Of My Mind

Many times I have complained and moaned to others, and might I add, boasted, about the overwhelming attention I receive on the road from male spectators . Although, compared to most daring westernised girls who have no problem with showing off their legs, cleavage and body shape, I make sure to cover as much skin as possible. With that being said, I wear extra layers underneath tops and jumpers so less can be seen, and  I enjoy wearing long jackets. As a result, I have boasted many times about the 'prettiness' of my face, as a man has nothing more to go on when he spots me and approaches me. Most girls cannot boast about this, neither make the same claim, as I myself, have witnessed men smack their tongues across their lips in lust at a woman's behind, only to follow her and show an apparent disappointed expression on their face, at the woman's face. Laugh as you wish, but when I'm seeing girls forcefully arching their backs whilst walking, I can't help but de

One of my university lecturers recommended that we watch a BBC documentary called 'Bitter Lake'. I just remembered noting it down, wondering what it has to in relation with the topic of contemporary media practices and colonialism as a sub topic, but making a mental note to go home and find out for myself. 'Bitter Lake' , by Adam Curtis , is far from bitter, but an eye-opening film that made me feel mad at myself for my previous ignorance of the corruption between such influential countries in the world. What was particularly striking for me, is the fact that Britain and Saudi Arabia had agreed and signed off one of the biggest arms deal in the world. As a young Muslim woman who looks up to Saudi Arabia , as being such a beautiful and awe-inspiring country which hosts the annual Muslim pilgrimage, Hajj , this was a fact which was hard to sallow for me. How could such a holy city engage in buying and selling weaponry? How could Britain, a country that boasts peace a