Its not like I have a striking story to share.. its just a wierd encounter that happens from time to time. I was at a party organized by some friends that are kicking off a new salsa class on the island.. and they invited me to celebrate at a higher end night club, which they reserved for the occasion. I was there with my merry friends having a good time.. half of us was on the dance floor and the other half was socializing.. I got up to do whatever I got up to do... and the club's lebanonise manager came up to me and said "excuse me.. this is a private section." I wouldn't have disclosed the manager's nationality if the case was different... but it was really wierd.. is it because of my complexion that I couldnt possibly have white friends? I mean.. what is he saying exactly? You're Bahraini.. stick to your halwa, bukhoor, and shisha; and leave the salsa parties to others? Or is he saying you're a local, so all I expect from you is trouble?
After I told him that I was invited to the private event.. he apologized with a half heart.
Why do we look down on each other? Why do we trust a foreign doctor more than a local? Prefer to hire someone from abroad when our neighbor is readily available? Do we not believe in ourselves to the point that anyone other than ourselves is alluringly exotic?