Vix one thing about me is I can read people well. And despite never meeting you I can read you. I don't think you are as happy and clear in your convictions in real life as you like to come across. Human nature says we all like to belong somewhere and you don't have that. You are in a limbo of two worlds. Deep down you know the whites around you don't get you and push come to shove they see you as another black Muslim girl. You worker hard to prove them you are different. But you know deep down with having black Muslim parents they will never fully.
Your story ain't unique. And you pretending you dating these great guys. Black girls like you who hates where they come from usually dates low level guys from other races. Until you actually come to terms with you being somali and accept whole of you. Truth is you will live a life constantly seeking others approval and be unfulfilled.
I’m an open book. If my views are veiled, it’s because I’m being nice 99% of the time. I say what I mean, and if I don’t, I’ll blurt it out eventually.
I never had a problem fitting in anywhere. I was born in my community and I’m tied to it. I get that you Europeans are somehow made to feel inferior to your countrymen, and I’ve noticed that the American users here tend to be different in that they have no conflict identifying as an Americans comparitively to you Europeans who feel like outsiders, and seem to have some kind of chip of “otherness” on your soldier, but that doesn’t apply to us (and definitely not me).
In fact, my parents have no problem fitting in as Muslims either. My mom wears a regular hijab, and they’re both religious.
I don’t have a reason to pretend to date. I did not date for almost three years consecutively, bc I wasn’t in a place where I wanted to. I know my worth, and whether Somali or White, being that I’m lucky enough to be capable of getting exactly what I want and having regard and self-esteem for myself, I would never stoop to date someone who isn’t on my level.
I’m Somali, but I don’t accept what that means in the diaspora, nor in the homeland. It’s all disorder, destruction and dysfunction, with not much silver lining. That doesn’t mean I hate myself. If anything, to not be in a position where that is the defining features of my life makes me feel fortunate, but it’s a feeling that’s depressing, because that’s not much light in a diaspora defined by all kinds of negativities, from gang violence to being low class educationally, to the dysfunction of the families.
That’s not a problem approval from outside groups can solve, but you can’t see that. You don’t know how to read anything. You’re full of malice anytime someone tells anything negative, even if it’s true. Sometimes I admire your selective reasoning, and ability to block out reality. You so lack self-awareness that you post videos showing black boys robbing stores, meanwhile your brothers are in the streets performing those same robberies. I honestly think you’re one of the damaged males in the community, and probably have an unsavory past.