What makes me an Arab?
The fact that I speak Arabic?
Or that I’m a middle eastern?
Or that my origin is Arab?
There are a lot of questions I have to ask concerning my identity.
A lot of issues with accepting my reality.
Yet, all I know that I am a person, who can speak a language that others speak, perhaps I’m not as skilled as I ought to be with this language, but it is a language I’ve learned in time, ever since I was an infant.
If I stop speaking Arabic will I become someone else?
If I change my name will I become another person?
If I change my looks, will I become a stranger?
People judge me because I’m an Arab,
they assume I’m a Muslim.
I’m neither a Jew, a Druze nor a Christian.
I’m just an Arab.
Because I don’t know if I chose to be one,
or I was born to be one.
I am an Arab,
because that’s my identity,
my license, and my passport.
I am an Arab ….