there’s plenty of ways
to insult us
but call me miserly
and you’ve murdered me
Arab’s aren’t all just rugged bone and thick skin, we hurt like you hurt,
we bleed like you bleed,
we despair, get depressed, get broken like you all.
Our hearts fall in love easy and out harshly,
but of all the things that can occur to us, that can be said or done to us,
calling a true Arab a miser, is the worst insult of all.
We are known for generosity and hospitality. There is not a culture on earth more renown.
That is why calling us miserly is a death sentence to our very being, our very character, the fibre of our stuff.