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FEATURE<br />
Perception:<br />
Changing<br />
Foreboding to<br />
Serendipitous<br />
Yassmine, 18<br />
Graduate <strong>of</strong> North Central<br />
Freshman Ball State<br />
Muncie, IN<br />
I awoke to the sound <strong>of</strong> young boys<br />
banging their pots and pans with sticks<br />
and yelling as they tried to wake up<br />
the people in the village. It was about<br />
five in the morning and time to eat or<br />
better yet drink water because the day<br />
ahead was long and Ramadan had<br />
just begun and there was no food. This<br />
was the first time I had visited Darfur<br />
since my father sought political refuge<br />
in America. He was an activist who<br />
co-authored an anonymous book that<br />
exposed the injustice in Sudan and<br />
eventually catalyzed the development <strong>of</strong><br />
the Justice and Equality movement. He<br />
was brought to the United States by the<br />
United Nations after he lost his position<br />
as Secretary General to the Genocide.<br />
My parents didn’t know English and<br />
struggled to find anyone to connect with.<br />
Working three jobs in the months after,<br />
we took a bus from Phoenix to Indiana<br />
to find a relative. He wanted the best for<br />
me, to achieve my dreams, and to have<br />
an education. In Indianapolis, I spoke<br />
English, ate pizza, and tried my best to<br />
fit in at school. At home I spoke Arabic,<br />
read the Quran and prepared falafel<br />
with my mother. I was raised in such a<br />
fashion that it was very easy for me to<br />
code-switch. As I grew older I began to<br />
find this transition difficult. I would speak<br />
in Arabic when frustrated at school and<br />
I would forget to wear my Hijab when<br />
family members would come over. It<br />
is for that reason that I began to carry<br />
around an emergency scarf that could be crafted into a Hijab.<br />
$36.45 said the cashier. My mother gave me the Food Stamps card<br />
to pay for the groceries. A classmate was waiting in the line behind<br />
me. I pulled out the card and proceeded to pay. I was embarrassed<br />
because I allowed that student to understand my financial state. My<br />
mother works 12 hours a day earning minimum wage. My father works<br />
as a taxi driver in downtown Indianapolis. Almost half <strong>of</strong> our income is<br />
sent to Africa so that our family members are able to eat; I don’t see<br />
my parents <strong>of</strong>ten. I had to take care <strong>of</strong> my younger siblings, cook, and<br />
make sure that they did their homework .Sometimes I would miss the<br />
bus and my dad would have to take me to school in his taxi. I would<br />
tell him to drop me <strong>of</strong>f at the opposite end <strong>of</strong> the school so that I could<br />
avoid being seen. Woe is me. It wasn’t until I went to Darfur that I<br />
realized that wasn’t the case.<br />
In Sudan people would always ask “What’s the difference between<br />
America and Darfur?” I wasn’t honest with them. I told them that<br />
the weather was different but not much else because I did not want<br />
them to see how little they had. I went to visit my grandmother at a<br />
refugee camp. Sitting at her bedside I began to read The Interpreter<br />
<strong>of</strong> Maladies, a story <strong>of</strong> assimilation. I spotted children outside the tent.<br />
I walked outside and they began asking me to talk in English, just<br />
so they could hear it. I said a few words and they asked me to keep<br />
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