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  • A Letter to Universe. From an Arab who Lived in Arabian Fights Rather Than Arabian Nights.

    ‘A Letter To Universe;’ was written by a Kuwaiti student who is me during my study abroad experience at The University of Arizona, Tucson. This letter was inspired by many unfortunate and loathing comments I got from closeminded instructors and classmates who underestimated me as a person based on judgments and stereotyping mantras that blinded my real value. Arabian Fights, a letter that speaks of humanity rather than race. It is a silent crying call to wave for people who are willing to accept me as a human rather than a race.

    Universe

    ‘A Letter To Universe;’ was written by a Kuwaiti student who is me during my study abroad experience at The University of Arizona, Tucson. This letter was inspired by many unfortunate and loathing comments I got from closeminded instructors and classmates who underestimated me as a person based on judgments and stereotyping mantras that blinded my real value. Arabian Fights, a letter that speaks of humanity rather than race. It is a silent crying call to wave for people who are willing to accept me as a human rather than a race.

    Dear universe,

    By universe, I mean you. Yes, the person you are. I write this letter for you if you have humanity, if not, I tell you now to stop reading it because your time is more precious than mine. I write with grammar, structure, and punctuation mistakes, and I do not ever crave to correct them because these mistakes are children of the true absolute feeling. Even if you do not understand every word I write, try to sense the error because is not ideal but plain-spoken.

    My name is Safaa (صفاء); an Arabic name means purity, innocence, and sincerity. This beautifully defined name is where the heart of this letter started. It is ARABIC! As simple as it seems. This Arabic name and nationality took away any privilege I might enjoy abroad. And by abroad, you know by heart what I mean. Let us ignore the political parts, and focus on humanitarian and logical parts. First, do you choose your blood? As to the depth of what know, Never! Then, do you choose your religion? As to the length of what I believe, Yes. Therefore, do you blame the sky because it is paved with bluish paint? It sounds awkward as I feel I am that sky that did not choose its blood, but has always been blamed for, and I do not mind choosing it again if it does not portray me as uncivilized as the way they see me.

    I have never killed anyone. I have never molested or abused anyone. I have never hated anyone for their race or religion. I have never seen people as thoughts coupled blood and beliefs; I saw and will always see them as beautiful colorful plants with different shapes with beautiful anatomy, and soul. I, for one, have abused myself because of you, or because of people you know that they hate Arabs, and only because they are Arabs!

    I am allergic to racism

    Give me one reason. Convince me that I am different than you. Tell me one difference between me and you, as humans in this fragile planet that no one owns, even you! Forget about the one reason, give me a quarter of a reason that convinces me I am different from you; your universe. I have blood, bones, a heart, and a brain. However, I have more emotions more than you can grasp. So now, what is different about me?

    I have struggled a lot. I have loathed my life more than loving it. I have embraced many new thoughts to belong somewhere, yet I lost my real-self in this process. I have done things to amuse others’ pride, but unfortunately, not mine. I have shed tears in every class, in every lecture, and in every negative word that I have encountered about Arabs being savages and barbarians. I have cried here, more than I laughed. And for what!? Because of my unchosen blood! I cannot change any of that as reality is what it is.

    The solution is never found from my side, but I believe it is somewhere in you. Not in the media broadcasted onto a screen or in your blind stereotyping. I am allergic to racism, unfortunately this allergy is hard to treat since it is external. I do not want you to love me, or say sorry. I do not want any of your sympathy. Furthermore, just ink these words in your mind “I am myself and not a stereotype”.

    Goodbye now,

    The Arabian, not the stereotype !

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    Safaa Alaradah

    Safaa Alaradah I am Safaa Alaradah. A Kuwaiti citizen who currently lives in Arizona. I am a 100% an Aquarius who will turn 23 soon. First, I love cats more than humans. I have published my first Arabic novel at the age of 17 and I do regret this fast decision but I might write something worse soon. The more you hate it, the more people are going to like it! Currently, I am an honor student who studies foreign affairs, and fine arts. I have always been that nerd that takes the first places on the national levels, but I still make very bad but very expressive art and literature. I am always eager to learn more languages, I have six now but still more to do on the list. I do art, write poems constantly. I love literature since it is the infinite expressive productions of humans that never dies!

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