Living in the U. A. E. isn’t much fun. You can either look at “the beautiful sand all around you” or you can go to the clubs and go out with the prostitutes. Well I’m not into the latter and I don’t appreciate the former, for some weird reason! Anyway, what I do is go around, talk to people, and observe their behavior toward the non-Muslims and stuff like that.
I used to have long hair, a more of a Pakistani look—when I used to talk to Arabs, they would have this attitude toward me like I am some kind of a slave who is begging them for mercy. But that attitude has changed since I cut my hair short. Now I look more like an Arab (a fact that I don’t really appreciate), when I approach somebody to talk, they have this smile on their face like I am one of their long lost brothers and they’re really happy I haven’t yet blown myself up.
They start talking to me in Arabic, but when I tell them, ‘I am not an Arab!’ the smile slowly disappears and then I am again reminded, “I am not wanted here.”
Well, you know, it is known here that that’s normal for Arabs, they’re a proud people and that to them, others aren’t nearly as good as them—that the rest of the world was actually created to serve them. Well, they can dream all they want—but the sad thing is, people here accept that fact and work for the Arabs without any objection to the way they’re treated.
But not every non-Arab is treated badly by the Arabs, if you’re making money for them, well they will even kiss your butt, you stop making money—you won’t be able to sit on your butt for a month.Next time somebody complains to you about racism in the West, send them to the U. A. E. (or