Seeing people lined up for Black Friday deals across the United States brings back the refugee memories — even though lines are not anywhere close to (those with) refugees lined up with ration cards.
In Indiana I have seen people cry due to the weather.
I am amazed by what brave souls line up for the Black Friday deals regardless of unbearable weather in Fort Wayne — it sends a message that you go after what’s best for you.
The Black Friday lines take me back to my memories of refugee camps in Kenya.
I admit it’s a good thing such a day exists in America — yes, Black Friday gives me a chance to enjoy some of America’s wonderful traditions, a chance to feel that I am part of the culture and shall celebrate always. Have I forgotten the invitations from friends wanting me to attend Thanksgiving dinners? It is a wonderful feeling to see families smiling at each other.
May I find much more Americanism as I wonder and adapt to this wonderful American culture.
Yahya Salah Moburuk