Out-Arabed by a Non-Arab
I’m Arab. Of course I should know how to pronounce the word “Arab”, right? Well, I guess not, because somehow I was told how to pronounce my OWN race by a non-Arab. And not even that, but he didn’t even know how to speak the Arabic language whatsoever nor could he say the word “habibi” (Arabic word for My Love) properly. If you’re going try educating me on MY language, at least be able to say the most well-known word of it (if I could add an emoji, I would add an eye-roll). Let me set the scene for you: it was my freshman year of high school. I was standing in line to get a school cookie, that, mind you, is actually the most disgusting cookie I’ve ever eaten. I’m with my two friends and this fellow freshman decides to join us. I already knew him as I occasionally tutored him in math. Somehow, the four of us get to talking about ethnicity. Out of curiosity, this boy asks me what mine is. Now, before I continue, I would like to address the fact ...