As an Arab-American, the struggle against prejudice has been an enduring aspect of my life. My experiences may not resonate as major events, but they have profoundly shaped my worldview. I was born and predominantly raised in middle America, the daughter of an American mother and a Kuwaiti father. Although the early years are somewhat hazy, a few vivid memories remain.
Childhood Memories
Growing up, I had fun playing with friends, but there were moments that stung. I was the girl with dark hair and olive skin, surrounded by those with lighter features. In games of pretend, I was often cast as the maid, a reflection of how my appearance defined my role.
The Invasion of Kuwait
I vividly recall the day Iraq invaded Kuwait, my father’s homeland. His anxiety was palpable as he spent hours glued to the news and desperately tried to reach relatives back home. I saw the toll it took on him when his brother was captured during the conflict. My father’s voice echoed through the airwaves as he campaigned for Kuwait’s freedom, reminding me of the constant threat and fear that loomed over us.
Life in Kuwait
We moved to Kuwait eight months after it was liberated. I remember the sight of destruction from the sky and the warnings never to pick up objects from the ground, remnants of war. Although I never witnessed combat firsthand, the ever-present threat felt real. My time in Kuwait was filled with joy; I was surrounded by children who shared similar backgrounds, where acceptance was abundant.
Questions of Faith
Questions about my faith were common and uncomfortable. “Are you Christian or Muslim?” was a question I dreaded, as it forced me to choose between my parents. I studied Islam for years and, though I now identify as Catholic, those teachings instilled in me love and understanding rather than hatred. The gratitude we felt for America’s role in liberating Kuwait was immense.
Returning to the U.S.
Returning to the U.S. at 13 was a challenge. I was an awkward teenager, self-conscious about my appearance and identity. Then 9/11 happened. The fear for my family’s safety grew. I noticed the increased scrutiny at airports and the assumptions that came with my last name. My father, who served in the war on terror, faced unwarranted jokes and comments suggesting he was somehow an enemy.
Questioning Fear and Prejudice
Years later, I find myself questioning how far fear can push people. I am American, yet my Arab heritage and Muslim connections are undeniable. Our country has a history of reacting to fear with prejudice, and I worry about repeating past mistakes.
Hope for the Future
I want to believe our leaders have the best intentions. I hope for a future where dialogue and understanding prevail. However, it’s disheartening to see a lack of empathy in today’s society, with many equating Muslims with terrorism rather than recognizing the complexity of individuals.
Privilege and Empathy
I can often pass as Italian or Hispanic, which provides me a certain degree of privilege. However, not everyone shares that luxury. For those who don’t understand this fear, I encourage empathy. This issue is personal and real, and while I currently enjoy freedom, the lingering shadow of discrimination is always present.
Maintaining Hope
I haven’t lost hope. Events like the #riseup movement encourage me. Yet, I remain troubled by those who fail to recognize their biases and the impact of their words. Understanding that hatred is never justified is crucial.
Speaking Out
I may not yet know how to effectively use my voice, but I will start by challenging the silence. Speaking out against discrimination is essential; freedom is never free, and hatred is never right.
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Conclusion
In summary, my experience as an Arab-American has been shaped by prejudice and fear, but I remain hopeful for a future where understanding triumphs over ignorance.