Getting to know people as a Muslim at a demographically non-Muslim university comes with a hint of imposter syndrome, accompanied by double standards.
Author: Sidra Ghanawi
But we, the people of Syria, will carry the weight of our history with us, forever, we will tell the generations to come. For we know it is not in the hands of diplomats or politicians, it is in our hearts. In the way we talk, laugh, cry.
Once practices are stripped of their cultural roots, or hyperexoticised, they are then repackaged for Western consumption. Eating with your hands is no longer about connection to your community or land; instead, they are divorced from their origins and rich histories.
“قمرة يا قمرة لا تطلعي ع الشجرة”“O moon, o moon, don’t climb up the tree” My mother would sing to…
This is nothing new, racism nourishes and perpetuates a culture of sexism, and vice versa. In Khelif’s case, what she experienced was the pernicious amalgamation of these interlocking oppressions.
