What am I really?
A Kurd? Arab? Turk, Afghan, Pakistani?
What am I then?
I have no idea.
It depends on the situation.
Whether I am with an Arab at that moment,
or a Kurd or a Turk.
With the Arabs I am an Arab:
»Like you, I come from Syria.
That means that we are brothers.«
One says: »I thought you were a Kurd or something.«
I tell him: »No, brother, I am an Arab.«
Because he should feel at ease with me.
My first day at school. Introductions.
»My name is Abdo Ali. I am a Kurd from Syria.«
Here I learn that my class is multicultural.
We have people from every country here.
Hurray! I’m not the only foreigner here.
