There are many parallels to be drawn between the Palestinian cause and the African American cause in the USA.

Some will try to delegitimize both causes.

They will say things like:

"The foolish Palestinian people chose terrorism and Hamas over building a stronger Gaza infrastructure."

"African Americans have their freedom now but just don’t work hard. They are thugs who don’t value education."

"Palestinians hate Israelis."

"African Americans still blame white people for their struggles today."

They will try and turn it all the way around and put the emphasis on the oppressed to explain their actions. Don’t fall for it. They are not in any moral position to condemn your communities and put them down.

You never have to feel the need to legitimize yourself or your people in order for you to have the same justice and freedom of others.

Instead ask them why are you killing innocent young black males in the street?

Why are you killing innocent Palestinian families in airstrikes?

Why is Chicago a war zone?

Why is Gaza an open air prison?

Working in the professional world has taught me one thing:

There are people who will always view your ethnicity as different or strange regardless of how nice, open, and welcoming you are to them. It doesn’t matter how elegantly you explain it to them or how patient you are with them. They will look at you as foreign and ask you the same over generalized questions no matter how many times you’ve answered them.

And I have some advice for anyone out there who ever feels uncomfortable at work because of the color of their skin, the way they talk, the make up of their religion, or the homeland of their parents:

Be unapologetic and never doubt how important it is to be who you are. Wear it as a merit of authenticity that they will never comprehend and never conform down to what their expectations of normalcy may be.

Being in Palestine just three weeks ago and seeing what has happened since I’ve left there has really woken me up to what it exactly means to be Palestinian.

During my visit to Palestine, I was originally denied access into the country even though I am a born US citizen. My Palestinian ethnicity was enough for Israel to deny me entrance essentially telling me that I was born wrong. They stamped the denial right on my passport. I had to call the embassy and my family and waste a day on the border just to be given two weeks to stay and no allowance to travel outside of the Ramallah area.

This is nothing.

I’m lucky. I was fortunate enough to be born in America. Isn’t that a sad thing to say? To feel fortunate because you were displaced from your motherland?

It really kills me to see what my people who live in Palestine, especially Gaza region, are going through. In the year 2014.

I’m tired of half condemnations and double standards. The world cares enough to acknowledge it but it appears that humanity doesn’t care enough to stop it.

It makes me cry. I was just there. And now I think about how easily life could’ve been so different for me. There’s a certain guilt that exists inside me because of this. Life has proven to be unfair.

Seeing what’s happening out there, as a Palestinian, it really makes you feel that your life is not as valued as another life.

Palestinian lives are apparently expendable.

I realize now how important it is to be Palestinian. I need to make the most out of who I am and shine as brightly as I can. I need the world to see and hear me.

To listen to us.

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"An Israeli operation in Gaza has killed 28 people, including two women and five children, medics said Wednesday, and wounded more than 150.”

Whenever reading about the causalities in Palestine due to an Israeli airstrike, it’s interesting to me how they point out the exact number of women killed, the exact number of children killed, but never point out the exact number of men killed. It’s almost as if the Palestinian male is not as innocent just by his identity as a man and a Palestinian. Or that if he was targeted, it must have been for just cause.

And that is the crux of the problem.

And it’s devastating that this is happening in 2014.

It highlights the same kind of paranoia and racism that leads to a young black male with a hoodie being shot in Florida.

Only imagine it’s not a lone vigilante who is the culprit, it is a whole government operation and policy.

This is Israel.

People mistake kindness as a weakness too often. As something to exploit or as a trait that lacks conviction or power. I think everyone on this earth would be kind if the world knew how to appreciate it. If you say yes to someone’s request does it mean you’re afraid to say no, or do you just feel better saying yes?

I’ve been blessed to travel to many different places during the course of my life.

Some are places that we all romanticize about growing up while others are places that don’t enter our minds growing up.

There’s no better way to gain perspective than through traveling. And traveling alone. I cannot stress how beautiful the loneliness of a traveler is. It creates a bond between themselves and their surroundings. I’ve truly had the pleasure to absorb settings and the people that build them. Some were beautiful in their simplicity while others were beautiful in their extravagance. But what has always struck me is the consistency of this beauty. How beauty manifests itself in vastly different ways.

I always find myself returning to so many moments. So many places. So many faces. And I think to myself alhamdulillah that I am part of this world and am surrounded by so much inspiration.

As someone who’s always put on a cool front to people, I’ve grown to know that life is much more satisfying when you’re able to take off your cool around someone you love or find great comfort in.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that trimming the fat in my life is probably the best thing I can do for myself.

Some interests, people, and environments that used to fit into my life just don’t anymore. As much as we grow up, we grow out of certain things and grow into others.

So my advice is don’t hang on to the things that used to be meaningful. Tuck them away and be thankful that they gave you feelings and memories that contributed to your life. Evaluate who you are and how you think as of right now and where you want it to take you. Start designing your life around who you are today and what you envision to come.

Love is more of an encompassing emotion than something to pinpoint and tie down. What do you feel for those that love?

Love is a range of emotions that can define a lifetime. When we care so strongly about what we invest our love in, frustration and exhaustion come without a doubt. But it’s worth it, because we love. Love is like a glue that connects all of our struggles we go through to all of our triumphs we live for.

People will spend their whole lives trying to prove themselves rather than be themselves.

“Don’t let your talent take you somewhere your character can’t keep you.”

Never forget that your education is a privilege that you were fortunate enough to have.

Whether it was the right parents, the right environment, the right financial capabilities, or even the right level of responsibility focus and work ethic, you were placed in a position to focus on education where as a lot of other people were not allotted that same blessing.

A college degree doesn’t make you smarter. It makes you fortunate. And it places the responsibility on yourself for the type of professional, person, and scholar you want to be to the world.

Don’t ever do anything in this life to feel appreciated. Whatever good you do, do it because you take pride in it. Appreciation is fleeting. It’s great to feel appreciated but don’t let it dictate what you offer to the world.

There are few things I enjoy more than driving alone at night. There’s a vastness, mystery, and endlessness to it. Music sounds better at night. The night time captures your imagination and curiosity in a way the day can’t. I always felt like the day time was much more rigid and schedule oriented. The night is more organic and free flowing. In a way I find myself often daydreaming during the night as I drive. Something about the darkness of night allows me to take it in more vividly.