My name is Human…..
My nationality is Humanity…..
My age is counted by the moments in which my dignity is respected….
I am a human being, with a special power to love and be loved…..
I am alive, with my Middle Eastern features, with my skin color, and dark black hair.
We share the same sun that shines our days and keeps us alive; we admire the same moon that lightens our nights; we breathe the same oxygen!!! But I keep struggling.
I struggle for mutual understanding with you. I call you to joint our efforts to unite one way to defend my sister in Iraq, my brother in Yemen, and my child in Syria, with their different religions.
Arabic I sign, Arabic I speak, and Arabic I am. Through decades, we were punished for being who we are; for being born in the holy lands and in the lands of oil; we lost a lot of blood, a lot of unity, a lot of stability. We fought a lot to get freedom, we are still not free.
I’m bleeding, from the injury of Palestine I bleed, from terrorism that is killing my humanity I bleed, from killing each other I bleed, from marginalizing my existence I bleed.
I am bleeding for the indifference, from arming my country for countries interest. I am suffering from the double measures and double standards, from the world’s silence when it comes to build new walls, and from sight deviation when it comes to injustice.
From an Arabic woman who is facing a lot of difficulty to thrive in a masculine oriented society, I raise my voice. From Lebanon where I strive to for its diversity, I send my message. My message calls to strive for justice and accountability even for those who are in the West...Please help us to continue our fight for a fair and just world...my fight is yours too as we are one!
I am a woman, who insisted to get rid of the silk threads of the larva, and be a butterfly, flying in the sky of freedom, screaming with one voice: Liberty, Justice, equality, freedom, dignity and humanity are my identity.
Khouloud, Bergen, Norway, June 2016
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