Entry 5. Dear White Men

Ya gals back.

Sorry to all of my readers as I haven’t written anything in absolute yonks; I have been crazy busy with assignments and exams and all of that malarkey. However, I finally have a little bit of spare time before deadlines hit again so here we go…

zczJust a little disclaimer, I am fully aware that what I am saying does
not relate to ‘all white

men’ and we have some fantastic anomalies. However, unlike some lunatic Muslim bashers who think all Muslims are a part of ISIS and we should all be crucified even though they have never personally met with a Muslim in their life? This is relevant to the majority of white men I have come across in my lifetime and living in a predominately white area, that is A LOT.

One thing I have learned from my experiences is for some odd reason which I cannot seem to get my head around, being called out for racism or sexism results in a fathom of fury as if somehow being called a racist or a sexist is worse than having to actually experience racism or sexism or even both.   Continue reading

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Entry 4. My Immigrant Parents

Image result for bangladesh tumblrWith the term immigrant there often comes a form of abhorrence and I myself until recently have always refused referring to my family and parents as immigrants. I always turned somewhat defensive whenever someone was to talk about them as immigrants or describe them using this term. For me, saying my ‘immigrant parents’ still seems like I am in a way insulting them; insulting their intelligence, insulting their value and insulting their status. A person who moves to the UK from a foreign country is instantly devalued and looked down upon by the British society yet the English can travel across the globe, appropriating any land or culture he/she wishes and nothing is said but in turn, their bravery and courage to travel is applauded. Their bravery and courage to settle in foreign land is applauded. Each group of people migrating to the UK is looked on with revulsion, whether that is the Asians and Jamaicans, post war (who not only stimulated the economic growth but also influenced culture and hospitality in enormous amounts plus more importantly, who are the primary influence behind the flavour to your food) or the Eastern European migration starting in the late 90’s.

Although, complaining about those who complain about immigrants is meaningless as the more intelligent beings amongst us will be able to grasp what I mean when I say immigrants are just as valuable and human as you. Therefore, I will not be carrying out my intention of complaining and ranting. However nonetheless, Immigration haters feel free to read this post whilst drinking your German beer. Instead, I will write a thank you piece to my parents and all the other immigrant parents out there, for being the immigrants, they are ever so loathed for as I have finally learned to love to say ‘I LOVE MY IMMIGRANT PARENTS’. Thank you for every torment you anguished for us second/ third generation immigrant babies who today are ‘killing it’ to say the least. Continue reading

Entry 3. I am a Muslim

My ignorance has lead me to neglect learning about one of the most significant, terrorising events of this Century and admittedly I lack knowledge about this horrendous incident. The 9/11 attacks. I do not really remember what happened or the immediate aftermath. What I do know is that this and the following events that are so complex and can only be described as inhumane, re- shaped the lives millions of individuals and still does to this day.

tumblr_nfl4i2Kxay1sh06xno1_500.jpgWhenever talks of 9/11 arise, although my memory of the event is extremely short, I always remember one small and personal occurrence thereafter.

My trypophobia was at such an irrationally high level at the age of five, that I could not even bear to touch buttons and so my mother would have to do up the buttons to my school shirt every morning. I am unsure if it was the day after but I do know, it was the first time I was going back into school after the 9/11 attacks. As usual, my mother was doing up the buttons to my shirt and she stopped and looked up to me. The woman who normally wore her religion with such pride, elegance and ever so courageously told me on this particular morning, to refuse to acknowledge I was a Muslim in public. She told me that if anyone at school was to ask if I am a Muslim, from then on I should say no. From then on, I should hide my religion. The fear for her children exceeded the fear of Allah that day. Continue reading

Entry 2. Unite our voices

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There are constant talks about how far we as a society have come from the days of slavery and open humiliation of black people, how much we have improved. It is remarkable. Admittedly racism has been reduced greatly and we should be thankful to the likes of Martin Luther King however to me, the quality of improvement is simply insufficient. If lives are still being taken and families are still, to this day, being ripped apart and all because of skin colour, I do not see this as improvement.
One life taken away from us, is one life too many.
A simple uniform and pale skin, is quite literally letting these countless deluded fools get away with murder. They have taken an oath of protection. Where is this protection?

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Entry 1. Cultural norms vs judgement

Before I begin I would just like to clear, I have nothing against them and possess only love for my Caucasian friends.

There is very little that makes me as uncomfortable as having to share my ethnic culture with my white friends.

Whether this is down to my understanding of white privilege, where knowledge of other cultures is not a necessity, fear of judgement due to difference or just a simple lack of interest on their behalf, I do not know. Continue reading