So lately I’ve seen anti-arab sentiments by Somalis floating around the interwebs and I’ve been wondering where that came from, until I saw a post earlier blaming Arabism for watering down and erasing our Somali heritage and history.
Boy, is that the epitome of Somali mentality – blame.
We’re so skilled in the game of laying blame after decades of practice. Civil war was because of qabyaalad. Somalis leaving the deen is because of the West. Kids being western and not giving a damn about their ethnicity waaba aduun gadoon. Let’s remedy that by putting the 15 year old kid on a one-way trip to Luuq in Somalia.
You can fall countless times but you haven’t failed until you blame someone else for tripping you.
Even if that was true, even if someone else purposely pushed you or whatever, shifting blame onto them is giving away your power to stand up. You won’t stand up. Ever. You’ll cry and bemoan your scratched knees and ripped t-shirt to every passerby but you won’t get up because you can’t. If you believed that someone was capable of ‘making’ you do something, then you also believe that you’re not capable of getting up. You’ll wait for someone to come around to get you up off the ground, and you’ll hate every passerby who didn’t so much as glanced your way. How dare they!
This is learned helplessness and I get that our collective psyche has been damaged by extraordinary tragedies that overwhelm the human mind. I get that it’s easier to blame the qabiil of whoever killed your folks. I get that it’s easier to put your money on the next president and when he fails you berate him. I get that it’s terrifying to come to a country you were not prepared for at all. You came from a place where there was no individualism; society functioned as one big monolith. You didn’t have to be involved in your kids lives other than providing for them. The dugsi teacher did that. The random habaryar did that in chastising unruly kids by threatening to tell on their mum even though she’s never seen those kids before.
However, we had a entire generation to recuperate. I cannot and will not accept that my generation, the millennials, regurgitating the same victim mentality that got us here.
Don’t waste your breath and energy hating on Arabs or Americans. Yes, they’ve taken advantage of us and the wikileaks documents are nothing compared to what remains hidden. However, no one owes us shit. Everyone got their own agenda and no one will go out of their way to be altruistic and transparent to a country mired in corruption and deception.
You think Turkey gives scholarships to thousands of Somali students out of the goodness of their hearts? You think they built the airport because they are so kind? Maybe they are, but that’s not their motive. They are looking to get a foot in the door for possible future trading relationships. Africa’s booming and if they can secure the ports of Somalia, well they’d seriously contend with China and India.
And I’ve been seeing the rise in hate of Ugaaso Bocow, accusing her of deception. Saying that she’s showing Somalia through rose-tinted glasses. The wuh?
Since when was Ugaaso beholden to anyone? Is she a public servant? Did she take on the role of UN? If so, then by all means criticize her for not being objective.
Ugaaso is doing what Ugaaso feels like doing and no one has the right to sit on their behinds all the way across the Atlantic ocean and complain about how she’s privileged. If you feel like there’s a part of our culture or country that needs public awareness, then buy a ticket and head down there. Go on.
I don’t know why it’s so typical of us to scrutinize someone who tries to do something progressive. Habar fadhida legdin la sahlan.
Let’s not blame Arabs or politicians or Ugaaso or whatever. Let’s look ourselves squarely in the mirror and admit our faults and take responsibility. You can’t do everything, but you can do something. If you feel drawn to a certain calling, know that it’s not random. You’re that somebody who’s meant to effect change. And the change need not be huge. Once you plant the seed, it’ll grow by itself. And if you find the prospect of bringing about a change overwhelming, then how can you expect that of someone else?
We can be for our country without being against others. We can dust ourselves off and try again without looking for a culprit. But first we gotto own our shit. We gotto have some pretty difficult conversations that forces us to be aligned with the truth and justice, and not some tribesmen or bigoted idea.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
— Theodore Roosevelt