Last night I was at the airport waiting for my driver. It was late and very cold. I was coming from Memphis where it had been about 30 degrees warmer. I put on every piece of clothing I had in my bag and covered my head with a scarf. While waiting, there was a Muslim-looking woman. I say Muslim-looking because on that night I was a Muslim-looking woman too. She smiled at me as if to say, “Hi sister.” I smiled back but felt a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t trying to look Muslim but I was aware that I did before I even saw her. Should I tell her that I’m not Muslim? It was silly. Who cares. She smiled at me. I smiled back. We are sisters. I am Christian. She is Muslim, probably, but who knows for sure.
The picture above is of me in Morocco about 6 years ago. I can pass for many things: Puerto Rican, Dominican, Ethiopian, Muslim. I am none of those things. I am Christian, of African descent (most likely West African), English, Irish, German and French. Most importantly, I am human.