Dear Racist, guess what? We’re all mixed race



A few years back I was given a genetic test kit by my husband as a birthday present (odd choice I know, but super cool). But I didn’t expect the experience to shake my perception of who I am. Like a lot of people, I would imagine, I grew up with a strong sense of regional identity. My parents are both Arab and from the same town in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. My family is quite traditional in that very few of us have married from outside our own tightly knit community. Naturally, I expected my genetic results to reflect this. I’m Arab and so technically, a Southwestern Asian. What possibly could this test have to say? Boy, was I wrong. Check this out:


So as it turns out I’m quite the exotic hybrid. like sort of thinking you’re a cafe latte, then realizing you’re actually a caramel hazelnut macchiato with…

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