Do You Know What Your Tattoo Means?

I have always supported freedom of expression, no matter what form they maybe as long as it doesn’t violate anyone’s rights. I have a few antics of my own which includes writing, photography and tattoos. Sometimes I sit around and bash people in my vivid imagination – oh wait, that was a hobby and it violates people’s right to defend themselves against what I think of their outfit, body, hair and personality, so yea maybe it’s another level of my own freedom expressing my opinion. More to the point of my subject matter of the day – tattoo.

I have about 5 of them. I would say 3 out 5 are my favorites. I’m currently in love with the latest addition to this mild obsession I have. Let me help you locate this piece of art in my anatomy – it’s on my forearm so it’s pretty visible to the human eye. Usually on my carefree day I wear t-shirt or a tank top (sometimes I wear pants too hah!). It’s hot here so obviously pullovers are not really in fashion mostly.

As I walk around the fabulously hot and humid streets of Dubai this piece always gets some stares and it usually starts a conversation on its own. It’s so annoying how much attention it gets that it got me buying long sleeves lately and damn it it’s hot! When my arm is free from the sleeves it talks to people. I’m telling you there have been ridiculous amount of conversation this arm had with random people. My arm is like this chic with humongous boobs and men don’t look at her face when they talk to her the only stare at her tits. She is a walking breast; her personality is completely over ruled by the boobies.
October of last year was when I got it and since then I probably had hundreds of people that had asked me this irritating question whenever, wherever.

So they stare at my arm and I’m fine till they ask – “Hey, so do you know what your tattoo means?” For the first 10 people that asked me that I was all nice and smiley. I gladly explained the whole history of how this piece came about (the story will only be told if necessary). After few more of that I’m violent! I mean what the fuck are these people thinking? This question is stupid and not to mention insulting! Who would mark their body something they do not know of? Ok granted I obviously do not look like an Arab and I also don’t look like I could speak Arabic let alone read it but damn it I wouldn’t mark my body something I have no clue about. And I live in an Arab country for crying out loud so gimme a break for appreciating the language and the calligraphy! If I saw someone with an interesting tattoo on their body I think the proper conversation would be “That’s and interesting tattoo, what does it mean?” sounds lame but not insulting as:

Dude: So, do you know what that means in your arm?
Me: Yeah
Dude: Enti Shereerah. It means you are evil. Are you evil?

(Ok first of all I already said I know what it means, I never implied he had to explain it to me and furthermore to ask if I am evil! I have few responses for this question)

- Depends on who’s asking

- I will be if few minutes if you don’t get out of my way

- Yeah, your mom didn’t tell you?

- Excuse me I need to go that way.

This dude in the gas station chased me (or maybe he was chasing my arm) from the counter to the parking lot just to explain to me what my tattoo means. I am so sick of this shit if I get one more question about this tattoo I will just automatically bite my arm till it bleeds in front of them!

Oh my neck hole this is just a tattoo not the apocalypse!