What was it like growing up in Egypt as a Sudanese person?
So, I was born in Sudan, but I left when I was three. We moved to Egypt. I was a refugee, and actually, there was a lot of racism going on in Egypt. My sister was murdered there in 2005 by Egyptians, so it was really hard.
I’m really sorry you had to go through that. I looked into that event a little bit, about how the Egyptian police had murdered over 20 unarmed Sudanese refugees. If you’re comfortable enough to talk about it, what happened that day on December 30, 2005 as per your recollection?
It was right after Christmas, and I remember my mom and my sister—we went somewhere that’s like a park. And all the Sudanese people were basically there protesting, because they didn’t like the way people in Egypt were treating us. We were basically telling them, “If you guys don’t want us in your country, you can take us somewhere better.” It could’ve been America, Australia, Canada or even just send us back home, you know?
I remember this night, because we were actually sleeping, and then I remember my mother waking me and my sister up. And there were Egyptian police surrounding us, demanding us to get out of the park. And they didn’t give us any time, but a lot of people had children there, you know? My mom luckily only had my sister and I, but a lot of people had more children than that. And waking up an infant or a young kid is hard. If you’re a parent, you know that. It takes a while for them to wake up.
So they didn’t give us any time to get up and pack our stuff to leave. Then they started attacking us. First, they were watering us with hot water. I remember my mother was holding mine and my sister’s hands. Then, we went to this little tree in the middle of the park, and we stood there while everybody was basically running around. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up.
I can’t even begin to imagine what you went through. What happened after you lost consciousness?
So when I woke up, I was literally underneath people. There were dead bodies on top of me. I thought I was dead, but I had passed out, being stomped on and all of that. My sister was not around me. My mother wasn’t. I didn’t know where they were or if they were even alive. And instead of taking us to the hospital, they took us to prison.
So I was in prison for a month—my mother and I were there actually. We didn’t even know my sister had passed away until we went home and were told that my sister was murdered in that park.
When you say you returned home, do you mean you home in Sudan or Egypt?
Egypt. I don’t think I would ever go back to either countries though, because of my sister. Even though people think that racism exists only in America, that’s not true at all. At least in America, there are people that will actually stand up for you, and it’s not allowed. But in Egypt, it’s behind closed doors, and nobody talks about it, you know? It’s like we can’t do anything about it.