An Egyptian man sat next to me one morning on my way to college. It occurred to me that he might think himself better than the Sudanese people sitting around him, and in response of this idea a rush of thoughts ran quickly through my mind, making an imaginary conversation.
What, you like your revolution so much? Think you’re a lot better than all the rest of us on earth? Oh no, don’t start with the rubbish all the Arabs make us Sudanese people hear. Don’t you know we’ve done a lot more than what you people ever did? And we’ve kept our silence, we don’t go boasting on every nook and cranny the way you do. Heard of Al-Mahdi? He stood up against the Turkish invaders leading the rest of his people in a way no other Arab in the rest of the Arabian world dared to do. We’ve made our own independence from the Anglo-Egyptian rule (Therefore freed from being a part of Egypt, thank god), we’ve had at least three truly democratic governments, all starting with its own revolution against dictatorship, and you people? This is the first time you’ve had one of those... Then one thing, one random thought that popped into my head in the rush of flying things put it all to a stop.” You think our father Adam was Egyptian?” A pause followed, in which my mind’s engines froze, as the answer that extended far beyond “No” was beginning to form. In fact, Adam was not Egyptian, and he definitely wasn’t Sudanese either. The truth is; we’re all sons and daughters of Adam, aren’t we? That was clearly defined before we were this or that. We’re all human, we come from one father so that makes us brothers, doesn’t it? All the irritation melted away and then I thought of it no more.
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