I am Canadian.
But, what are you?
Yes, but where did you come from.
I was born and raised in Toronto, Canada.
But, where are your parents from?
So, you’re Indian!
Thanks stranger for telling me what I am. I have never been to India in all my life. I am Canadian and want to be Canadian and am proud of it. But, you keep making me something else. Because I’m not Caucasian you’ll never accept the fact that I am Canadian and represent what Canada stands for, peace, love and harmony. Not only do residents question my nationality, but so do foreigners.
And then you ask immigrants, why don’ they think they’re Canadian? Maybe, just maybe it’s because you don’t let them for a second think they are.
What does it mean to be Canadian? To me, it’s being you and me. And being accepting of others differences; accepting is a keyword here, not tolerating.
So, remember just because I have a beard or wear a hijab or turban or am not white doesn’t mean I am not Canadian. I am just as proud a Canadian as you are and every day I work to make this nation a better place.