Saturday 26 February 2011

Assumptions & Heritage



I just finished reading one of the posts from one of the blogs I follow, and it was all about how they get paranoid about when people asked about her heritage, and it made me think of why I've been getting angry lately.
        So I'm Sudanese, and for a long time I had a problem actually admitting that to people because I thought they would make assumptions about me, but as soon as I did that’s exactly what happened. Living here out in Europe means that my Arabic isn't as good as it should be, and while I was in school that was never a problem because the majority of my friends were “white” and even the ones that weren’t I spoke English with. But here in university, there are a lot of Arabs who actually come from Arab countries directly, and to say I was embarrassed to speak to them in Arabic at first is an understatement .But what made it worse was the majority of Arabs here come from one particular Arab country (I'm not going to mention it by name) And these people are the most patriotic people I have ever met, not that I care but when the extent of patriotism is to the degree where they think that there country is better, and they are better than all the Arabs, and insist that they do not speak Arabic but instead but their own language ( Not Arabic with a different accent, but a different language, even when they clearly are speaking Arabic!)
        It has gotten to the stage where I'm going against my own principle and hating most people from this country. The reason for it? I know that not all of them are like this, but the MAJORITY of them here are so arrogant, and when I first met them and they spoke to me in Arabic it took me a while to understand their accent, because at the time I only understood the Egyptian and my own accent. This resulted in them assuming that I couldn't speak Arabic, and then I felt like they were labelling me as the “wannabe Arab”, so I started making an effort only to have them make fun of my dialect . And even though they may have be joking, it resulted in me getting paranoid about my Arabic and now I only speaking with a few who I feel comfortable enough around.
        My (unwilling) hatred of these particular Arab people grew because on a few occasions they would be surprised that I could actually even understand Arabic because they “didn't know Sudanese people spoke Arabic” That would just get me even more paranoid cause it made me wonder if other Arabs saw us as Arabs or Africans? Because when you think of Egyptians, most people would call them Arabs. It's not that I have an problem about being either Arab or African, it's that it added to my many questions I had about my own identity, heritage, background and lingering question of where my home really is. And always reminded me of one of my most hated questions “where are you from?”
        I can't say I'm Saudi because even though it feels like home, Saudis would never consider me as one of them , I don't even have a Saudi passport. The two passports that I do have say that I'm both Sudanese and Irish, but there are times in Sudan when I feel like a foreigner because of my inability to express myself properly in Arabic or my lack of knowledge about my family history and culture, and yet I can't say I'm Irish because even if my accent can fool you I don't look like an Irish person.
        So what is the answer to that question? I guess for now I can only say that I'm from planet earth, on the other hand the Lithuanian here seem to always think I'm Indian! 







Egyptian Freedom

To all the Egyptian people out there, I could not be more proud to say that we are neighbours!  I, like the millions of people around the world was following the events in Egypt and when the news finally came on February 11th, this song was playing in my room for days afterwards.

It honestly makes you believe that there is hope,  that people can unite together against one cause and actually win. It takes the meaning of the phrase “people power” to a whole new level!
Mabrouk le kolee masr! 

Monday 21 February 2011

Sometimes with the best intentions
the best decisions that we make
turn to be the one mistake
we spend the rest of our lives
regretting

My own quote ©

Tuesday 8 February 2011

Look away or pay attention?


This morning we had a class about diagnosis of different diseases and how to exam a patient. One of the guys was volunteered to be the “patient” for our teacher to explain to us how to do it, he was told to lift his shirt and as he did so I didn't know what to do . As I did I realised I was being stupid, because I'm going to have to get used to looking at naked people and examining them myself. Which got me thinking, if it usually frowned on for hijabi girls to hug guys why has there no one be complaining about them being doctors? After all there they have to do full body examination. While I know that in places like Saudia it's probably forbidden ( I think?) for female doctors to treat males , I don't know the law for other Islamic countries. When I really think about it though, it doesn't really bother me all that much because;
  1. This is the life I chose
  2. I've grown up here in Europe ,in an environment where being in contact with other guys is inevitable.
Don't get me wrong I tried for a while to not have any contact with other men, but in the Sudanese culture it is a custom to shake hands, and then when I came to university I hugged other guys because I know that for me it means nothing only me being friendly. What I'm wondering about is how other hijabi(doctor/non-doctor) who choose not to have any contact with other men, how do they deal with these situations? Anyone out there? 


Monday 7 February 2011

Quiet people

There the people that you take for granted
the people who you think
are okay and will continue to fight
who you forget and
promise you'll make it up to
one day
until that day is too late
There is something you need to
understand
their quietness is their greatest curse
the hurt and the pain
is all pushed down and the door shut
these are the people
who we should call
heroes.

My own quote ©

Sunday 6 February 2011

If just thinking about you is enough
then the love I feel for you
is not yet enough.

My own quote ©

Saturday 5 February 2011

I know this feeling
it's me hurting deep deep down inside
it's the feeling of truly missing you
and not knowing what to do about it.

My own quote ©

Tuesday 1 February 2011

In matters of love
we use our hearts to make the decision
and yet our head tells us we made a mistake
Only time will tell

My own quote ©

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