Once in History class in high school, aaaah the Good old days of high school, somehing happened that changed me.
It wasn't drastic, it wasn't serious, the problem is it was a joke but it was meant to send a message.
well, it did.

My history teacher was getting aggitated that we were so loud so he said frustrated "why are you guys so loud all the time? inside voices do you know what those are?"
to which I playfully replied
"sir, we are Arab. These are our inside voices."
One of the guys in my class stops mid sentence looks over and says "WE are Arabs?" and looks at me with a lifted eye brow.

My jaw dropped.
he saw the look on my face and then turned it into a joke.

So to the "Arabs" around me I wasn't Arab enough because i'm a Kuwaiti 3eemiya, in other words Persian in herritage.
That hurt, to be seen as an outsider between my own people.

That same summer I asked my mom if we can go to iran for vacation, for Ziyara basically or religious reasons.

It was so much fun, we went as a big group of women shopped till we dropped and ate the best food, walked around every where and went to Ziyara in Mashhad.
I was finally begining to see that this is where my heritage came from, yay at least here i'm not looked down on....
Until an Irani man passes by and wipes the smile of my face
by looking us up and down and hissing "Arab Kisafat" which means dirty Arabs :/

What the hell?!

I got so angry, as any Kuwaiti girl would, I had the urge to attack him with my purse or better yet MY SLIPPER!
but i controlled myself
I didnt wanna WWF his ass with my mom because i KNOW she would take him down.. WIth her 3abaya
Kung Fu Kuwaiti style
But i didn't

I Guess what those two incidents showed me is how people truley view me because of my herritage
Kuwaitis: Not Arab enough because of my herritage
Iranis: Too Arab for their liking

I would LOVE to know where i fit in, and where i can just be accepted for who i am and not looked down upon for my choices in faith and my family name.

It's sad that people pretend to know what i am more than i do.

I am a Muslim, I am a Kuwaiti and I am a woman. The rest follows, but this is how i look at my self, proud to be who i am, proud of my country, proud of my religion and DAMN pround of my family and my origin.


If you have been put down for who you are, don't be sad and confused like i was and start looking for a place to belong and people who are like you. You might just find that there is no place you belong.

We are all different, but yet we all belong somehow.
No one has the right to make you an outcast.


Next time, i just might WWF who ever attempts to alieniate me :D i'll friggen hulk out on them.

Keep smilling!