"A few months ago, I was okay with my skin color but Now I want to be a White Person".
The little boy asked. I looked at him and said politely, 'Why'?
"Because White Matters the Most".
He replied aggressively.
"Would you mind explaining please?"
I asked him and he glanced at me for a few seconds.

"A few months ago, I was living my life happily but something happened and now I want to be a White Person".
He said in a slow tone.
"I don't want my grave to be invaded by anyone after my death. I don't want to be pulled out of my grave by any evil person like they are doing in Gaza.
I don’t want them to run a bulldozer on my grave ".
He said in a trembling voice.
"Did you see today's news update"?
I asked in a shocking tone and held his small figure tightly.
He cried really hard, it brought tears to my eyes too.

"I want peace after my death. If I would be a White, I know, My Tears would matter and No One would dare to touch my grave. What should I do now"?
He hiccuped and held me tightly.
"Why did you see the news update Dear?"
I asked helplessly.
"Whenever I go, there's only hate and disrespect. Why they don't respect me and include me when they say, 'We are Civilized Nations and We promote inclusion'
He asked and I really didn't have any answer.

"Look Baby, Not Every White is Bad and Not Every Black or Brown is good. The thing that matters is 'Character'."
I said and was going to say further but I heard his little chuckle. I looked at him.
"Do you think, in this era, we should cover things up?
Don't you know, this era belongs to technology and we all can see through mobiles with our own eyes what's happening in the world. Don't you think we should stop repeating these novelistic lines now?"
He said annoyingly.
I was feeling helpless at that moment but I couldn't see him going away.
When the cold breeze hit my nose, I looked up and saw him nowhere.


© ~I.B