No pizza.
How can I get him to notice me? And will I ever figure out how to be Muslim and American?.
To top it off, there\'s a new Muslim girl in school who struts around in super-short skirts, commanding every boy\'s attention--including Peter\'s.
Figures my bestest friend Lisa likes him, too.
Especially since Peter, a cute and crushable artist, might be my soul mate.
This is just cruel and wrong.
Even worse, my oppressive parents forbid me to date. (Sadly, my mom\'s hotness skipped a generation.) But is starvation really an acceptable method? I think not.
And it\'s true, I could stand to lose a few pounds.
My family does this every year, even though I\'ve been to a mosque exactly twice in my life.
For one whole month. (No life.) Okay, so during Ramadan, we\'re not allowed to eat from sunrise to sunset.
No boyfriend.
No pizza
