He's Accomplished, Wise, And He Oozes Sex Appeal

I happened to be in the living room during a show where Adel Imam appeared, and I invite you to share, and learn, with me.

He was invited back to the Faculty of Agriculture after all those years since he graduated there, and he was "surprised" to find that it was flooded with hijabis interspersed with a few non-hijabis who he at once "realized" were Christians, a situation which he stated was, because of the Mulsim identity the many hijabis obviously displayed, "certainly not right".

Enlightening. Let's break this down, shall we?

First, the non-hijabis, his victims of implied discrimination, were decidedly Christian. I'd like to know why Adel Imam hasn't corrected the countless references in various media to his wife, a non-hijabi herself, as a Muslim. Oh, she is in fact a Muslim? Then Adel Imam obviously possesses supernatural abilities to tell your religion just by the presence or absence of a hijab. So we are blessed with not only an acting genius (nah, naturally I don't mean the movies that obviously target the straight men and those of us who swing both ways; ditch those; I assure you all, his filmography screams "genius"; go check it; where there is a will there is a way guys!) but also a magical phenomenon, all in a package his movies very subtly remind us is very "hot". Lucky us.

Second, since we're on the issue of discrimination: It was news to me that exhibiting a symbol of your faith upon your person is discriminatory and "certainly not right". It certainly never bothers me when my non-Muslim friends proudly wear a gold cross or Buddhist pendant. But hey, who am I to talk? I'm just an ignorant hijabi. What about the rest of the Muslims I know who socialize, nah, are best friends with non-Muslims, and all parties wear symbols of their respective faiths? Sheesh, here I go again. Who are they to talk? They are after all miserable hijabis like myself. Except they're not. Nor are many people in industrialized countries, where the cosmopolitan heartthrob who never ages would find himself messing with the sacred freedom of expression if he so much as hinted at the inappropriateness of displaying your faith.

Newsflash to our never-aging connoisseur of the arts and everything else under the sun: Your faithful publicists remind us nonstop, just in case we dare forget, of your perpetual youth. About time they added your unfailing wisdom. Just in case you started dropping similar jewels more often. Trust me.