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Ready, set, go!

Posted by qaanitah hunter on November 16, 2014 in Uncategorized |

Assalamualaikum

 

I hope you had a fantastic weekend and are looking forward to December as much as I do.

 

We have some great news for the Diary of a Guji Girl readers.

 

InshAllah, we are set to launch the book in the first week in December.

 

This is just in time for the break where you can put you feet up and enjoy the book with a lovely cup of chai.

 

The first launch would be in Durban but the details will be posted closer to time.

 

We will be sure to let you Durbanites know when and how you can get a good dose of Amina.

 

But for our loyal Diary of a Guji Girl readers- we have decided to give you the honour to have the book weeks before it enters book stores.

 

The book is due to retail at R200 per copy- with additional courier costs.

 

We have since opened a pre-order system, where should you like the team to secure a book for you, send an email to qaanitah@gmail.com.

 

The email should include your name, number, city you live in and quantity you would like.

 

You will be sent an email in reply from November 27 onwards.

 

Prompts should be followed and in no time your copy would be on its way.

 

Once again, Shukran for reading Diary of a Guji Girl.

 

Q

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And the winner is…

Posted by qaanitah hunter on November 14, 2014 in Uncategorized |

 

Assalamualaikum…

I was delighted at the response to what you readers liked best of Diary of a Guji Girl.

The response was phenomenal and overwhelming.

It is heartwarming to see so many people anticipating the release of my debut novel.

For the competition… unfortunately, there only could be one winner.

And through a random selection @SumayaParuk is the winner of one of the first copies of Diary of a Guji Girl.

 

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Please send me an email Sumaya and I will take it from there.

 

For everyone else that is looking forward to the book… in a few days time we will be making details public.

Shukran for the support.

Q

 

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Seeing is believing!

Posted by qaanitah hunter on November 10, 2014 in Uncategorized |

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Assalamualaikum!

This is the very, very first printed copy of the Diary of a Guji Girl book!

I still haven’t laid my hands on it but I was too excited not to share it with you guys.

Tell me what you think about it?

A full list of stockists and launch details would be made public soon.

We will also have a pre order option which we would be opening in the next few days- so look out for that!

Oh, how could I forget?! One lucky Diary of a Guji Girl reader is set to one one of the first printed copies.

To stand a chance to win, all you have to do is tweet using the hashtag #DiaryofaGujiGirl and what you liked most about the blog.

The competition opens tonight and lasts until Thursday midnight.

The winner will be announced on Friday, InshAllah.

But in the mean time, here is another sneak-peak!

Love and peace

Q

 

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Sneak peak: Extracts from Diary of a Guji Girl, the novel

Posted by qaanitah hunter on November 7, 2014 in Uncategorized |

 

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Want to blog? read on.

Posted by qaanitah hunter on October 30, 2014 in Uncategorized |

Are you a writer but too afraid to get your work out there?

 

Don’t worry, we were all there at some point.

 

And in the world of the internet, it has become easier and easier to get your thoughts and ideas out there.

 

With a click of a button or two, your work can be out there for the world to consume.

 

Blogging has been a phenomon around for several years, but has become very popular in the last three years.

 

We all consume blogs of all types as a way to keep up with fashion, to read witty thoughts or even to keep up with a certain Guji Girl.

 

As a journalist, I often belitteled the role of blogging in a community.

 

But I have since met a journalist who gave up her career as a news journalist to blog full time.

 

There are many perks to blogging which beauty bloggers particularly will tell you about.

There are lots of freebies and free holidays at times.

 

But besides all of this, to me, blogging is expression and a creative outlet.

 

Apart from jotting down your thoughts, there is a huge window of opportunity to improve ourself creatively and try our hand at innovation.

 

And as a result of popular demand, I have gathered a team of experts or generally cool people conduct a workshop on blogging or ‘mlogging’ (muslim blogging).

While I believe there is no mould for blogging, but some good guidelines and tips are always helpful.

 

This is if you are a writer and want to break out of your shell or you just want to network with other writers.

 

I have ear marked November 22 from 10- 12am in Johannesburg. (Ladies only)

 

For more details email me at qaanitah@gmail.com

 

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FAQ’s

Posted by qaanitah hunter on October 26, 2014 in Uncategorized |

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The time towards the official release of the Diary of a Guji Girl novel is drawing closer.

 

And everyone is excited!

 

I am overwhelmed at the support and interest that you the readers have showed in the news that we are launching soon.

 

But there are a million questions on everyone’s minds, so I compiled a list of the most frequently asked questions and its answers.

 

 

Is the book about Aminah?

 

Yes. That is the short answer.

 

The long answer is that we consolidated all the posts from the beginning of the blog, polished it and perfected it for the readers.

 

The initial part of the story you may know already but it now has a spunky twist and more complete finish.

 

 

Does the book have the same characters like the blog?

 

We tried to keep most of the characters but we also eliminated a few. Also, there are some fresh voices too.

 

 

When will the book be out?

 

Very, very soon. (Official date to be announced).

 

Will the books be available in bookstore?

 

From January 2015 onwards you would be able to find it in a book store near you.

 

I like in Kuruman, there are no bookstores here- what about me?

 

Don’t worry we will have an early bird courier option which would deliver the book right to your door.

 

Why should I buy the book?

 

You tell me :)

 

 

Remember, keep the conversation alive using the hashtag #DiaryofaGujiGirl

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Sneak peak: Diary of a guji girl novel

Posted by qaanitah hunter on October 13, 2014 in Uncategorized |

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You waited for it for many, many months.

And now the author of Diary of a Guji Girl and Wordflute Press are pleased to announce that the novel is soon to be released.

Here is a sneak peak of what it would look like.

The book is a consolidation of posts on the blog, that were reworked and refreshed into a funny and reflective journal.

More information and launch dates would be released soon.

Let us know what you thing on Twitter using the hashtag: #DiaryofaGujiGirl

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Guji girl takes Durban: the finale

Posted by qaanitah hunter on October 2, 2014 in Uncategorized |

It has been the craziest month of my marriage life.

Goodness!

 

I don’t even know where to start.

 

Firstly, I decided I needed a break from Durban and needed my mother’s food so I convinced my hubby to take me home.

 

Eish it was not an easy fight.

 

He gets so bored in Newcastle and there is nothing for him to at my moms.

 

But that’s not my problem.

 

I stayed with his mother and didn’t complain! Okay, I complained a little, but still.

 

 

So we drive up to Newcastle and do the usual visiting of all our family and friends.

 

But when I went to our out building to greet my foi, she refused to open the door for me.

 

Apparently she was not speaking to my family because of an argument she had with my mother.

 

I didn’t want to get involved but it just pissed me off.

 

How can you stay in our yard and then still be rude. Beggars can’t be chooses!

 

Anyways, I couldn’t handle it. The next day she was in the garage fetching something and I saw her… I just let it all out.

 

“Foi! You take so much for granted. We have put up with you for so long. How can you just ignore my mother. She does everything for you! I don’t understand!”

 

“You know what I don’t understand? How your husband married you when he knew you were rejected and thrown like a dirty towel not by one but by two boys!”

 

That woman!

 

She takes out the Shaitaan in me!

 

Oh wait, she is a walking, curry making Iblees!

 

I can’t deal with her any more.

 

So I just walked away. How could she bring up my past in an argument that had nothing to do with that.

 

But that was just the start of my past coming to haunt me.

 

I turned 21 this month but I feel like a 50 year old granny.

 

This last 3 years have been insane.

 

From being a naïve girl on campus, to falling in love with Moe, to him breaking my heart to moving home, having an enegagement break… so much has happened.

 

And I felt like I just couldn’t cope.

 

So I litrally freaked out at my husband.

 

He just complained about being bored one afternoon and I litrally lost my cool.

 

I freaked out at him.

 

I don’t know what shaitaan overcame me.

 

I said so many thing I regret now.

 

He didn’t deserve that at all.

 

I can’t believe what I said to him.

 

“You idiot! You are a coward. You don’t know how to treat a wife. I don’t know why I married you!”

 

And the poor guy kept silent and walked away.

 

My mother over heard my outburst and also just avoided me.

 

It was okay to get angry once in a while surely?

 

But my mother didn’t seem to think its normal…

 

She insisted I go and see a psychologists.

 

“It will help…”

 

“No. I don’t want to go.”

 

‘Well your father said you have no choice…”

 

I went grudgingly.

 

I just stared at the shrink at first. Annoyed.

 

“I am not looney.”

 

“I know you not looney. So tell me about yourself.”

 

“What do you want to know? I live in Durban and I am married.”

 

“That’s not about yourself.”

 

“I don’t know what you want to know.”

 

“Just tell me about yourself.”

 

“I don’t know who I am.”

 

“Maybe that is a good starting point…”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Maybe the problem is that you don’t know yourself?”

 

“Maybe…”

 

She kept silient.

 

“There is so much going on. How must I know who I am?”

 

 

Actually sitting and talking about my experiences gave me perspective.

 

It cleared things for me.

 

Talking about it made me understand myself.

 

Between the tears, the fits of rage and the ucontrolled laughter I realised that I am just a Guji Girl caught between culture, religion, wealth and age.

 

So I come from Newcastle…

 

So I studied for a bit at UJ…

 

So I fell foolishly in love with a terrible guy…

 

So I had my heart broken over and over again…

 

So I had a samoosa run…

 

So I can make red velvet cupcakes in my sleep…

 

So I am now married…

 

 

But what I need to ask myself now, who do I want to be? What do I want to be known for? And honestly, what legacy would I like to leave?

 

I know this all seems so serious and it just makes me want to dig into home made chocolate ice cream… but it makes sense.

 

Beyond the Dubai trips, big Houghton house, amazing husband, awesome recipes, extravagant shopping trips, tons of makeup, and edited instagram pictures… who am I?

 

And what can I contribute to the world around me?

 

 

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Author’s note:

 

Dearest readers.

 

It has been a long, long journey since Diary of a Guji Girl started in May of 2013.

 

It started as a joke, but we have developed a family along the way.

 

There were good posts and terrible ones.

 

There were typos and ill used Guji words.

 

But it was also funny and enlightening.

 

I had fun writing it as much as you had fun reading this blog.

 

This year though has been a rollercoster. It seems like an excuse. But sometimes reality catches up and you can’t do what you love- for me that is blogging.

 

For those on campus know what’s it like to be in final year on campus. The assignments don’t stop, the tests look like French but they are actually Latin and the exams almost killed me.

 

Add that to not one but two full time, demanding day (but I worked nights too) jobs.

 

Then add in consolidating a book, seeing to daily chores plus dozens and dozens of public engagements.

 

Sometimes I would write a post in a random stadium in the middle of an informal settlement while I waited for Zuma to address his supporters.

 

Once I wrote two full posts while camping outside the offices of politicians.

 

But once elections was over, I was going to take it easy, focus on the publishing of Diary of a Guji Girl into book form and post regularly. That was the plan.

 

But there appeared to be a Greater plan.

 

As many of you know, I was victim to a traumatising incident in June this year where all my possessions were stolen.

 

In that was my prized manuscript of the Diary of a Guji Girl book.

 

Yes, I did back up. But they stole all my back ups too.

 

I was devastated, but that was not as bad as the writer’s block that came asa result of that terrifying experience.

 

So posts were tardy and of poor quality. I blogged because I had to blog not because I had so many ideas floating in my head.

 

And then the cyber bulling intensified.

 

I thought I had a tough skin as a political writer, but it killed me when usually lovely Muslim girls spewed vile at me over the fact that I did not post.

 

It was by far most demotiviating.

 

But then I came to the realisation that I was not blogging for others. I started doing it for myself and I should stick to that.

 

And with that attitude I managed to rewrite the (entire) Diary of a Guji Girl manuscript and adjust it a million times thereafter in a effort to perfect it for you the reader.

 

So when is the book going to be out?

 

Honestly, your guess is as good as mine.

 

I am taking it in my stride and taking each day as it comes.

 

We cannot control the enevitable.

 

This brings me to the most important part of this note; this is the finale of Diary of a Guji Girl, pending the release of the book.

 

It has been a fun ride. It was the centre of many conversations. It was amazing.

 

But good things need an end too.

 

I am so excited to share the complete book with you.

 

I hope it to be entertaining, emotional and at the same time it should prompt reflection and discussion.

 

Writing Diary of a Guji Girl has been life changing. I learnt so much about myself in the process.

 

And it would have not passed the first few (badly written) posts with you.

 

So, I thank you my dear readers for the support and patience.

 

I hope you enjoy the book when it is released. I promise to give you details as soon as I have the go ahead to do so.

 

This is not the end of Diary of a Guji Girl. This is the start of a fantastic engagement…

 

Peace and prosperity

 

Qaanitah Hunter

 

Oh, and another exciting project is in the pipeline. And when I say exciting, I really mean it.

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Guji girl takes Durban: Part six

Posted by qaanitah hunter on September 14, 2014 in Uncategorized |

Zainub and I were getting closer.

 

We had more things in common now that her boyfriend and my husband were friends.

 

We would hang out every day at campus and sometimes she would come with me home if we finished early.

 

Like I said, she was pretty decent. She wore a scarf most days and you could see she was trying really hard to be a good Muslim.

 

But I felt bad for keeping it away from her that her boyfriend’s family wouldn’t approve of her.

 

“We should double date,” she suggested.

 

“What? Like me and Suhail and you and Imran go out?”

 

“Ya… it would be nice.”

 

“Ya it’s a good idea.”

 

But when I suggested it to my hubby, he freaked out.

 

I sometimes forget how morally upstanding he is.

 

“How can we go on a double date! They are secretly dating. It is wrong! If they were married it could be different. But they not.”

 

Oh well.

 

I was just trying to help my friend out…

 

I felt a pang of anger though when my hubby freaked out.

 

I mean, he stills hangs out with those engineering girls.

 

That’s wrong too.

 

And he hangs out with them without me around.

 

Its really bugging me.

Like at times I can’t even concentrate on my work.

 

Talking of campus work, its really boring me.

 

I’m not as interested as I used to be.

 

 

So I started bunking a lot of lectures.

 

I mean I live quite close by, and now that I have my own car, its easy for me to just go home and watch series before my hubby gets home.

 

Being a good doting husband gets tiring at times.

 

And its tough without support.

 

Anyways, so on Friday I went for my 8am lecture but went straight home afterwards.

I decided to have a proper Friday lunch.

 

“Hun, I am cooking a lot for lunch… you can bring whoever home.”

 

“You sure? We can just have sandwhiches or something?”

 

“No, its fine.”

 

One thing about my hubby is that he really tries to make life easy for me. It sweet. But sometimes its frustrating. Because he is so kind.

 

Thankfully, my mother alread prepare dhal and freezed it for me.

 

So I just had to defrost it and add finising touch ups.

 

I boiled the rice, and fried papar.

 

I was so lazy to make salad so I went quick to Musgrave centre to buy a salad from Woolies and coke.

 

I invited Zainub over and some of her friends.

 

All in all, it was four girls and six guys.

 

So I knew my hubby would freak out if I set one table.- you know how prickly he is about males and females being seperated.

 

So I set two separate tables.

 

It reminded me of my Jo’burg days at Mariam’s house.

 

Her baba must be so big now.

 

That reminds me, I must skype her soon.

 

At least we still keep in touch.

 

All that pre-marriage drama didn’t affect us.

 

Gosh I am so glad all the drama is over.

 

Anyways, so after Jummuah everyone came to eat.

 

Suhail was actually very happy that I took time to cook for his friends.

 

We all started eating, when Imran started raising his voice about something.

“Who bought this salad form Woolworths?”

 

Huh? What is his deal.

 

Turns out, I was the biggest sinner for supporting Woolworths.

 

“We have to boycott Woolworths. They have the blood of the Palestinians on their products.”

 

Okay. Maybe that is a little extreme.

 

He insisted we take it off the table.

 

What’s his deal. I mean you can’t come to someone’s house and throw a tantrum.

 

Zainub looked so used to it.

 

He is really extreme.

 

Later Suhail explained it to me.

 

“Hun. You see, in Palestine over 2000 people were killed. And we can’t accept that. So the only thing we can do is boycott companies that support Israel so that it puts pressure on Israel to stop killing innocent Palestinians.”

 

But I will die without Woolies!

 

“It is a small sacrifice hun.”

 

Yeah… shame, may it is just a small sacrifice.

 

“Okay fine…”

 

Suhail knew I was not happy but gave in anyways- so he laughed and hugged me.

 

“When I look like a granny wearing Sameera kaftans because I can’t buy clothes form Woolies then you musn’t complained,” I said sulkilly

 

He laughed.

 

“You look great in anything hun.”

I was really lucky to have such a loving husband.

 

I mean we fight a lot- but that’s normal I guess.

 

“I love you more than anything in the world,” he said still embracing me.

 

“Even more than your engineering girl friends?”

 

Ag. I have no filter sometimes.

 

He let go of me and looked annoyed.

 

“You know Amina… I don’t get you sometimes.”

 

I kept quiet.

 

“I say I love you. I married you to prove it. And you still doubt me.”

 

“I have reason to.”

 

“You don’t! I have never been anything but faithful to you!”

 

“But…”

 

“But what? From the day I met you! You have always been my number one girl regardless of whatever you were… nevermind.”

 

“No, say it!”

 

“What I am trying to say is you have to trust me.”

 

“No… say what you wanted to say!”

 

“Calm down Amina!”

 

“No. You think you got the upper hand in the marriage because I was dumped not once but twice and you saved me.”

 

“What rubbish. I just said. I love you more than anything in the world.”

 

“Then why do you hang out with those girls so much? Huh?”

 

“We are only doing work… I told you this before. I think you are projecting your insecurities on me.”

 

“I am not insecure! YOU are LUCKY to have me as a wife!!!”

 

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Guji girl takes Durban: part five

Posted by qaanitah hunter on September 12, 2014 in Uncategorized |

You know how they say the past always comes back to bite you?

 

That is where I am now.

 

Even in another city, the past is here.

 

So you know that my hubby and I moved to Durban.

At first I didn’t want to… but then I realised I was really getting bored at home.

 

So going back to campus was really nice.

 

Although it is a bit tough to manage house work and studying.

 

Luckily my mother sends food every week so I don’t have to cook.

 

And I have a nice maid to clean up.

 

But campus!

 

Gosh, I forgot what its like.

 

UKZN is different to UJ.

 

The people are a lot more friendlier and there isn’t that huge emphasis on money and wealth.

 

I am sure it is like that in some circles.

 

But a lot of the people I met are fairly simple.

 

Anyways, back to the real issue.

 

I have a serious issue with these girls that spend so much of time with my husband.

 

And you know how he was a bitchaari at UJ?

 

Now he is like the cool guy on campus. Its so uncool.

 

Maybe because at Howard JK, having a beard is normal and quite popular.

 

But I mean its unfair.

 

He spends so much of time with his friends.

 

Okay. Fine. He doesn’t have to hang out with me on campus but after campus?

 

Why must he play soccer with them.

 

And these boys are single! They will influence him.

 

Its always been difficult for me to make friends.

 

So although I speak to a lot of people, I can’t really make friends.

 

There is one girl Zainub who is quite nice.

 

She is from Westville and studying a general BA like me.

 

Shame, she also has a lot of aawar.

 

She has class. Like me.

 

Not like those bad dressing engineering students that spend so much of time “studying” with my husband.

 

He thinks I am just jealous.

 

But how can I be jealous of those girls?! They dress so shabilly and have no sense of style.

 

“Hun, you know I don’t look at other girls.”

“But that doesn’t stop them from looking at you!”

 

He just laughs.

 

Girls don’t play. They go after someone they like.

 

We always find an excuse.

 

Like I didn’t care that Moe was seeing someone.

 

Oh gosh. Why did I bring Moe up now!

 

Shame but I do feel sorry for him.

 

I mean obviously I have no contact with him… especially after what happened… but my hubby was saying that he got divorced for a second time.

 

He married this girl I knew from Newcastle… real bitchaari Aalima.

 

I was so shocked when I heard they got married.

 

She was so so simple. I was so shocked.

 

But the marriage didn’t even last three months before she went home.

 

It is definitely his fault.

 

Ay I was saved!

 

But sometime you can’t help but think what life would have been like if we did get married.

 

Asatghfirullah.

 

I am happily married. Why am I thinking of another man?

 

So this weekend I decided to invite Zainub home for a meal.

 

My hubby said that he would go to campus to study and give us space.

 

So anyways, Zainub came for tea on Saturday afternoon.

 

I went crazy as usual baking a ton of things for just the two of us.

 

I also fried some savouries that my mother in law sent from Jo’burg.

 

Thank goodness she is a foodie like me and appreciated all my hard work.

 

And by appreciate I mean instagram my baking for daysss.

 

As we were chatting about marriage and life and what what, I found out that Zainub is dating one of my hubby’s new friends Imran.

 

What a small world!

 

But he is so super pious.

 

Apparenty they are dating quietly. Like nobody knows.

 

I mean my hubby would have said something.

 

On a second thought, he wouldn’t have.

 

He doesn’t talk about other peoples business.

 

It drives me mad.

 

He won’t even tell me who is driving me what.

 

You know I thrive on punchaat.

 

But I mean the fact that Zainub and Imran are dating is huge.

 

She is quite modern for him though.

 

We had a good time talking and she left when my hubby came back from campus around Asr time.

 

That night we decided to go for a walk on the beach.

 

It was romantic of him to suggest it.

 

So as we walking I mention to him that Zainub was dating Imran.

 

He wasn’t surprised but looked like he was hiding something.

 

“What do you know?”

 

“Nothing…”

 

“I know you better than that!”

 

“Oh his parents are forcing him to go see Aalima girls to get married.”

 

SHAKE MY HEAD! Even 600 kms away from Jo’burg, the same thing happens.

 

What is wrong with this world?!

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