Misconception: Arabs are racists, not nice people, unapproachable
Well i had to prove it myself. I prefer discovering stuff on my own rather than a word of mouth.
I'm this african dark-skinned lad from Uganda, if it was an experiment, i was a perfect apparatus.
The only method i opted for was; real life experience. my mind fell for this one.
1.1: The time was 11:32pm, a Tuesday. I was from window shopping in DM (Dubayy Mall).
I was heading to the metro. all i had on me was my metro card; i didn't have no cash on me. and i don't drive either.
The moment i reached at the metro; it was shut down. the last metro had left 3mins earlier. The distance from the metro and where i stayed was about 11km, Here i am, poor thing. Loool. I like to laugh at such scenarios. don't mind the Loool.
I went back inside DM and took the taxi/private vehicle exit. All i could ever think of was to hitch hike or hike the 11km on foot since i was starting to run out of smooth options.
Tick tock, it's 12:14 am. I'm outside DM sitted on one of the benches, thinking of plan b. These are peak shopping times for most arabs-that i took notice.
Across the bench, there's another lad sitted on another bench. He looked arab. he was texting.
My mind was all like; that lad sitted over there is your plan b back home.
It took me over an hour while sitted on the bench as i was thinking of an approach plan. Loool. i had to sweep all negativity i had in my mind about arab people under the carpet. it was such a quick process in my mind.
It's 1:10am, finally i gather myself altogether for an approach. I stand up from the bench i was sitted on to approach this lad. i get to him;
Me: Marhaban
Him: Ahlan
Me: As salaam alaykoum. Ismee Abubakar.
maa ismuk?
Him: (he mentions his name.)
Me: Atakallamal arabiyyata qaliilan.
(i speak a little arabic) do you speak english?
Him: Sure sure.
Me: I'm from uganda. where are you from?
Him: ohganda. great! am from Jordan.
Me: Amman. how great!
Him: yes yes yes
Me: well i got stuck while i headed to catch a metro. I do need your help to get home.
Him: you stay in dubai? you work or study?
Me: Sure i work & stay here in dubai.
Him: can i see some I.D
Me: sure (i reach for my I.D from my wallet and show it to him.
Him: well, where are you staying? my friend is shopping with his family inside the mall. so am all here waiting for them & we can drive home. I can drop you fast and get back here.
Me: (my mind went on a trip for a few seconds after hearing what he had just said) am staying at Alquoz 4.
Him: okay. let me come back. (he goes on the driveway and call for a taxi, they exchange some words, reaches for his wallet and pays this taxi lad)
abubakar! come my brother, this guy will drop you where you are going.
Me: oh my god. shukran ya'habibi. shukran jaziilan. shukran shukran.
(i reach for his hand, shake it as i thank him)
Him: abubakar, this is my number my brother, call me once you get home. let me know if you've reached well.
Me: sure sure sure sure.
(1:44 am. i get inside the taxi & i was driven off to home)
(while inside the taxi)
Taxi lad: are you related to that gentleman? you must be related.
Me: Loool. he was only a perfect stranger. we ain't related. C'mon.
Taxi lad: oh my god. he is so nice.
2:03 am
(i get home, call my new arab friend, i was so so happy) since then we're good friends indeed.