My Islamic family...
They say why you call her aunty she wasn't born with ur mother
i looked at them and smiled
they say why you call him your brother he aint your blood
i looked at them and nodded
they say why you call her your sister you don't even have the same color
i looked at them and shrugged
They say why you deny your nationality for the sake of your religion..
I looked at them and shook my head
They say why you defend Palestines when they are Arab and your not
I looked at them frowned
They say why you call me your brother did my mom have an affair?
NOW i really laughed
I said I call them and you my brother, and sister because we share a father and mother.
Now they started laughing and making comments like "Damn that woman must had a hard labour"
Now i started getting impatient
I lowered my gaze and prayed for patience
I tried again
I said i don't need to have the same color, ethnicity,or culture to call them my family
I don't need a nationality b/c I'm already under a community
I don't need a flag to tell me who i should defend because in my eyes they don't need to be somalian
OH AND YES THEY ARE MY BLOOD
NOW THEY LOOK AT ME IN CONFUSION
I SAY THEY ARE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS BECAUSE THE BLOOD OF OUR FATHER (ADAN) RUNS IN OUR VEINS AND OUR MOTHER'S (HOWA) GRACE RUNS IN OUR HEARTS....
NOW ISNT IT TIME TO END THIS NONSENCE ABOUT RACE, ETHNICITY, OR CULTURE WHEN IT COMES TO OUR UMMAH
