When we are born, we find ourselves warped into a mindless and haphazard world of segregation and creed. Everywhere we go we find people are in a way, different. Sometimes, we find ourselves tangled in indecision due to such fates.
Growing up in a country that boasted of 42, now 45, languages was never easy. However, as a child, the only difference I saw was between whom and who had the best football skills, or who had the courage to walk up to the prettiest girl on the block.
It was tough getting to learn that my parents’ generation was the biggest on racism and tribalism and that they were tirelessly making us kids learn that the ‘other’ tribe or neighbor only wanted the worst for our family. It was difficult when all my friends had to move away due to clashes or disagreements that went awry when someone mentioned that ‘their people’ were better at whatever it was that was claimed.
When Sam was born, the doctor who helped bring her into this world was definitely not related to me or my lineage, but he was still there to do a fantastic job and deliver my daughter to me and the world.
The next door neighbor is definitely not from my line, but he still helps me when I have car trouble because he is willing and has a caring heart. Even the lady at the grocery store is not my blood, but we are connected through kindness and love when she asks me how Sam is doing and offers to babysit.
Wherever you are raising your child, it is important to give them an identity. Whatever it means to you, the universal truth is that we were all born into a place that tags us with a bar code and stuffs us into imaginary borders all for profit and control, and that all of it is psychological.
I would want a world where my little girl knows no difference between people of color or none, or different tongue speech, or different hair or different eye color. Origin is a heritage we must all preserve; it is our birthright. It is the only thing we can pass along to the budding generations that is worth something.
But is it worth the hurt and pain we subject ourselves to every time we want our children to feel they are superior to others; in school or home? Is it?
Or perhaps it is a reflex; one that avoids the cold hard reality that is this.
We are in a loop, a sad never ending loop. The hate and distrust that makes a child in Aleppo never to know the sound of a cricket chirping or the beauty of a firefly in the night is appalling beyond measure. We have the power to change, not just us or the big things, but with the little ways in which we show our children kindness, and the ability to see beyond the tags we assumedly wear.
When I look at the children in the street playing and laughing, I wish we could all be in the same tread. Our ‘grown up’ fallacies are a sad and laughable gambit, and if it hurts as you read this then you know I am right. Children may seem stupid and unknowledgeable to us, but they carry wisdom unbeknownst.
The next time you see a child in your path, whether yours or not, remember that in one way or another, you should endeavor to have a heart like theirs; an identity to nature, an identity to the world around them.
Live free, and teach it.