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My Tribe
I am from the tribe of big families.I am from the tribe where my house is never quiet, the fridge is only full for a a few minutes, and the people are always moving. Our parents love us all, but can never afford to take us to the mall. My family events are so big, every Easter we need to rent out a hall.(Wow, sick rhyme right?) In a big family you grow up fast, and always remember who will be there for you, Your family.
Tribe
Many of us walk down the halls feeling the need to explode. So much pressure is placed on us all. Our Chiefs keep changing forcing us to adapt year after year to new leadership. Our individualized ring leaders disappear from time to time or completely. Not only does our leadership change but the way things that a run are changed. We are forced to adapt to different oppressive leaders, in order to please them, we must hold the spear the way they want us to hold it. If we do not walk correctly, talk correctly, or wear our clothes correctly we could get removed from the tribe.
It’s not just our leaders that pressure us. We are make mind numbed robots that travel through life doing what we are told to do. Apply to college, and scholarships. Get great grades and keep your GPA up high. Take this test, and this test. All of these numbers define you as who you are. Even as a baby you are born with a high hope from your leader that you will be a high number. “The bigger the baby’s head the smarter they will be.”
Those of us that learn differently or cant control their emotions are condemned from the beginning. “The runt will just die any way,” Charlotte's Web. But the underdogs aren’t paid attention to. They are ignored and put aside, their potential is nothing to them because it doesn’t show in the present. But if our leaders took the time to realized that, like in Charlotte's Web, the runt of the litter could become something even bigger and better than anything one could imagine, if they gave it a bit of attention and help. We all are different in every way. We are not high or low numbers. We are human beings and we all learn on a different pace.
my tribe
I come from the tribe of BLACK SHEEP
from the sons and daughters
that dont fit their parents
mold
and for those of us who choose to
step the lines
outside
I come from the tribe that
sticks out
like a sore thumb at the family reunion
I come from the kids whos parents always say
“I swear theyre not gay”
because we dont like sports
or maybe we just really like ballet
instead we “are just a little artist”
My tribe doesnt like to follow the rules
most of us do but we really dont like it
we dont look for trouble
most of our rebellions are subtle
we are not delinquents
we are just a bit different
My tribe strives not just to make ends meet
not the reach the average life
not to be a copy of a copy of a copy
above
my tribe strives to rise
I come from the tribe of black sheep
we are not shameful
we are not “a disgrace”
we are exceptional
The Tribe of Working High Schoolers (Especially Seniors)
My tribe is one that may not be completely recognized by many: that is the tribe of working high schoolers. Whoever said working your senior year was a good idea clearly didn’t take AP Lit or have a very good social life.
This tribe is one that understands the struggle of making minimum wage or lower (in my case, as a waitress, about $3.23 an hour), but being okay with it because any amount of money is enough money at 17.
This tribe is one that uses the excuse, “Sorry I can’t, I have work” on almost a daily basis and has to sacrifice fun activities because we have work.
This tribe is one that has become accustomed to going to bed no earlier than 11:30 every night.
This tribe is one that learns the value of work ethic and people skills at a young age, which will help us in the future, and we’ll forever be grateful for.
To all working high schoolers, this is for you.
(I don’t have any pictures, because this is to all high school workers in general, this isn’t only MY tribe.)
MY TRIBE: THE TRAVELHOLICS (the people of many stories)
There once lived a little girl who was curious about the world. Who was curious about everything. Who was curious about people, places, and things.
So she traveled. So she explored.
For her 1st birthday, she celebrated in the south of France. “Regarde la. Il semble que hier elle est née dans le monde." (Look at her. It seems just yesterday she was born into the world). Little did her parents know that the world would become her obsession, her fascination, her motivation. What you must remember in the south of France, between the rolling hills and sleepy vineyards, is an apricot pie is far greater than any birthday cake, though it looks exactly like a pizza.
For easter when she was 7, her family reunited in Jamaica where she discovered creatures that would invade her dreams forever. Some advice: careful when wading on the shores of the beach because a dead baby jellyfish still has the ability to leave a firework on the palm of your hand.
6 years later she found herself on white beaches once again, except this time on the east coast of Mexico. “Yo tengo solo dos años de español , Mamá. Esta es una práctica buena, pero necesito tiempo para aprender.” (I only have three years of Spanish, Mom. It’s good practice but I need more time to learn). Some advice: Always try to order your food in Spanish, you’ll earn respect.
For her 15th birthday, she celebrated in France, once again, but this time in Paris. After only a week, she acquired the Bohemian accent. When you’re in Paris, spend time walking Montmartre but walk slowly. Look at everything. Soak in the culture.
After she turned 17, she experienced Italy in a whirlwind of emotions. The monuments and history left her awestruck. The Mediterranean sea dropped her jaw. Saint Petersburg left her in tears. But the food left her disappointed. Some advice: always reserve a good restaurant, do not get stuck in a tourist trap because you will eat what looks and tastes like an old can of Chef Boyardi.
Only two months after her journey to Italy, she independently traveled to the most beautiful country she had ever seen: Ireland. Throwing up on the connecting flight and the humdrum weather did not stop her from falling in love with all that was Irish. From the people, to the food, to the music, Ireland left her speechless. Some advice: For a life changing experience, walk the cliffs of Moher. Walk with the man who created the trail, a man who was just a boy and dreamed of a 5 kilometer walk that would be branded the best cliff view in the world.
So it’s safe to say, that I belong to the tribe that loves travel over anything.
Where do I stand in my tribe? I really stand naive and still ignorant for there is still so much of this beautiful world to explore. Journey with me.
The task assigned is to pick a place where we feel connected, a place or condition that connects individuals within a space, our tribe. Honestly, this was hard, as I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged to one group. In my “I come from” poem, I highlighted the fact that I came from many, specifically two places, but belong to none.
“I come from two lands, separated by an ocean of interpretation and realization, clothing and cuisine, politics and patriotism.”
....”Belonging to both but being a part of none.”
....”The people are the same, yet the complexion is lighter, both have technology but the lights here are brighter.”
....”Community is unity, but no equal opportunity. The world is a blend, mixed in the blender of society and pop culture.”
I belong to two cultures, I live in a country predominantly non-muslim, predominantly non-brown, and essentially am not “from here.” The problem is I’ve lived here my whole life, but experience both sides of everything everyday. Whether it be food, people, language, clothing, etc. I’ve seen and done both. However, I’m not fully either one. I have bits and pieces of both, and they make up one messed up person.
I am part of the tribe of those that that are blended. We are constantly having to compromise from part of us, to fulfill the other part. In the morning we eat pancakes and drink coffee, while at night we have biryani or nihari with tandoori naan. Wearing a hoodie and a pair of joggers in class, and switching to a kurta-shalwar at the family dinner. Life is weird, constantly switching modes can be annoying, but it gives us an identity unlike any other, and allows us to switch lenses at any given moment.
I am a Netflixer
I had a hard time coming up with something for this. After much consideration, I decided on the Tribe of the Netflixers. It’s not so much Netflix itself, because, let’e be honest, Netflix has pretty shitty movies. But just being able to relax and watch shitty movies is really nice sometimes. It just gives you so much freedom; oh, you want to binge watch 11 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy? GO AHEAD. It also allows people to bond over shows: Criminal Minds is Robbie and I’s show! In a generation that’s completely obsessed with it, I feel I’m not far off in saying that I am a Netflixer.
The tribe of Arabs.
I don’t have to be in Saudi Arabia or Qatif to feel like I belong, as soon as I’m with a bunch of Arabs I feel safe, happy, and comfortable as hell. Although Qatif is my home, and that’s where I REALLY feel comfortable because I’d be in my house, with my family, my friends since I was young, etc, my actual tribe is the tribe of Arabs-regardless of where we are.
The joke above basically says:
From the mysteries of Arabs-
The guy will say to his mother: “You’re my love”
To his older sister: “You’re my mother”
To his lover: “You’re me”
The girl will say to her sister: “You’re my friend”
To her friend: “You’re my sister”
A group of people who clearly don’t know where God placed em
I thought this little joke thing really explains us well, because we say the dumbest stuff to be honest, and our jokes are so funny but mostly to Arabs because like our jokes always connect back to our culture and the way we do things and the way we speak and stuff like that. The ending of the joke relates to this sense of belonging topic that we keeping speaking of, because although we act and sound as if we are stupid and don’t know where God put us on this Earth or what our purpose in life is when we are with one another, at the end of the day that is where God placed us and that is where we belong and we can be confused and gleeful (6rb ayeee) together.
