EVERYONE gets niqab and burka the wrong way round in the West. And when it’s large media organisations, it’s really inexcusable.
I can admit I don’t always get these right, and that really is inexcusable. For everyone. Rebbloging because becoming educated on these differences cannot hurt.
I think the only one of these I’ve actually ever got right is the hijab but that’s mostly because organisations like the BBC and even politicians refer to the niqab as a burka.
Just the other day, too.
My father still doesn’t know how to pronounce it.
…and in more important news, my gum’s almost lost its flavour.
My dad’s already done this twice this week. I remind him that I am the daughter that actually uses the phone, not the one that ignores it.
You don’t know creepy until you’ve been called by the name of more than one of your dead relatives.
My mum’s called me by the dog’s names before, and my gran usually goes through the names of most of my relatives before getting the right one.
All the time, I get my sister’s name a lot, which is short for my middle name if I have any say in it (Jen, my middle name being Jenson), and I get the dog’s name too, and once even my dad’s name :P
My mum quite worryingly calls me “mum” now and again. She says she thinks it’s because i’m so much taller than her :P My grandma calls me Carol (my mum), Beryl (my great aunt) and Derek (my late grandad). I swear one day I’ll get called Sarah :P
