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It never ceases to amaze me when people are presented with the opportunity to be great. They can contribute to something greater than themselves and use their consciousness to assert their place on the right side of history — and they don’t take it. Whether it’s a newspaper staff that doesn’t stand up to an abusive authority, an administration that fails to recognize an academic boycott, or now, a war criminal like Condoleezza Rice being invited to speak and be honored at our commencement.
I was woken up at 9 a.m. on Tuesday by a phone call from a friend.“Amani, did you see the ad in the Targum today?” I was still in that space between sleep and reality, rubbing my eyes and trying to reel my mind back in from whatever dream cloud it was floating on. “What are you talking about?” I muttered. I soon knew very well what she was talking about.
Surprise, surprise. Israel is bombing Gaza again. Palestinians are dying, survivors are crippled, children that make it out alive have to suffer the loss of parents and loved ones. The infrastructure of Gaza, the most densely populated territory in the world, is completely collapsed. Its economy cannot sustain its population, and the illegal blockade Israel imposes is effectively starving the people and leaving them to wither in ruins.
I dislike it when people say things to me like, “You’re so lucky you wear a hijab, you don’t have to worry about bad hair days,” or “Wearing a hijab must save you a lot of time,” or “You have it so easy!” I mean, I’ve never walked in your shoes, but based off my experiences P.H. (pre-hijab!) I’m fairly certain that covering my hair with what is widely-regarded as a religious symbol gets far more scrutiny than walking around with frizzy hair.
If there’s anything that I have learned this past year, it is that no minority is as threatened as the minority opinion. Somewhere between the fervent struggle to remain ignorant of real facts and the wild campaign of agenda-pushing propaganda, it has somehow become acceptable to mute a person’s opinion simply if you do not agree with it. If you are exhausted by the relentless attempts by others to silence you, disheartened by society’s silent compliance and tired of regularly having to fight for the rights you are entitled to, I am writing this to remind you that you are not alone, and that you must persevere.
In the whirlwind that is both our domestic politics and international relations, we witness many matters of injustice and inequality that need to be addressed at a governmental level. We rightly — and clearly insufficiently — recognize the difficulties of people of different colors, backgrounds and religions. Quite often, however, we fail to recognize the challenges of the largest minority of all — women.Despite its lack of media attention, last month hosted two very important weeks for the global community, the 56th session of the Committee on the Status of Women.
Science fiction stories like George Orwell’s “1984” always fascinate me. They show us a terrifying world where there is no privacy, no individuality and no liberty — your life is solely a subject of the government. If you act out of line, you disappear. You are subject to every whim of political paranoia and dominance, where government spies infiltrate your everyday routines, and they even keep a surveillance compound right next door so they can keep you right under their nose.
While I was staying with relatives in Jordan last summer, a new
family moved in next door to our Amman home. They had an energetic
little boy named Adam, who did not let the harsh Middle Eastern sun
deter the playful adventures he’d have in the neighborhood. We
could always hear his bold laughter, whether it was lulling its way
through our window curtains or chasing after us down the
I was shopping in a store last week when a woman approached me
to ask me a question. When she looked up from the product she was
examining and saw my hijab, she was startled and quickly exclaimed,
“I’m so sorry, do you speak English?”At this point in my life, the best response I have been able to
come up with to this question is a polite smile and a “Yes I do.
How can I help you?” in the hopes that this refined and
approachable reaction is enough to break the ridiculous correlation
between people of minorities and their ability to speak
Hip-hop has been a polarizing music genre in our society for
decades. Some blame it for societal ills like misogyny, racism and
materialism. Others view it as an outlet and a necessary means of
expression. But regardless of how it may be viewed among Americans,
no one really foresaw the impact it would have in the global
movement toward justice, and especially within the Arab
I had the pleasure of joining several other students last Friday
in a social action project to combat bullying against minority
students, led by the Arab Cultural Club’s Vice President Leila
Brollosy. We visited the St. Charles Borromeo School in Harlem,
where we had the chance to speak with students from sixth to eighth
grade about how we view different minorities and how that affects
the way we treat each other.
The minority facing the most adversity in our country is the
group of people with common sense. Yes, people with common sense
are sadly a minority, and yes, they often face the greatest
difficulties to simply survive in our culture, with its highly
frustrating close-mindedness and fervent conviction that its
ignorant beliefs are always right.
If you’re not a minority, you don’t have these awesome minority
3-D glasses which allow you to see really cool and interesting
things that otherwise go unnoticed by the majority of our
fist-pumping, Jersey Shore-watching society. Unless you really look
for them, you get to miss the hilarious invisible punch lines at
the end of our country’s finest statements. For example, Uncle Sam
wants you to be in the U.S. Army … unless you’re a woman.