You Don’t Look Like an Ahmed
“Ahmed, eh,” says my Uber driver. “Quite a burden you carry, with a name like that.”
You Muslim?
What mosque do you go to?
Do you fast for Ramadan?
Do you even speak Arabic?
look
Sand niggercamel jockeyOsamaJeez, Awk-med, I’m just fucking with you, don’t take it so personalWhere’s your sense of humor, man? I’m just high is all.
really
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