#afroarab

I was always expected to choose a sphere to fit in. I was taught and lured to fit in. I was confused but obliged to fit in. I learned how to fit in. I submitted to their sphere. The one that they have drafted and designed for themselves. As if humanity was presumed to fit in. I am who I am and I create my own sphere.

From the 20th century, we have been indoctrinated and blinded to believe the form and carelessly neglect the content of our reality. The Utopian vision of post-independence Arab nationalist leaders negated audaciously the marginalization and impoverishment of black communities. We have been silenced and censored on our own misery. We have been reminded ceaselessly that we are nothing but second-class citizens. Our history, past, traditions and customs have been eradicated. We have been forced to internalize a present that does not belong to us. They manufactured it in various shapes and forms to orchestrate us. They made us live in a Freudian state of denial. 

Some people may say:

“Black and Arab are not mutually exclusive”

I would say: 

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I’m from Sudan. I’m muslim, arab, and black. I’m a woman. I’m also a scientist, a pediatrician, an oncologist, and still...