Pheww, I was the chosen one!
Place: Le Gaurdia Airport, NY
I was pulled out of the line and asked to wait.
This followed a ‘special check’ , with one hour ‘complete search’– the body + the bags.
Asked ‘em if t’was because of the color of my passport or my skin. There was no reply.
“When did you visit last? “
“Six months ago.”
Took everything out of the bags, checked the shoes, pockets. Sent inside for the body search.
After the search, the lady groaned: “You can go now.”
After all, at the exit, holding my Passport in his hands, ‘the hulk’ had the cheek to ask-
” When will you visit NY next?’
“That’s none of ur business.” I snap.
He frowns and I frown back.
Returns the passport, smiles but I frown back again.
He says, “I’m sorry.”
”You better be.”
I feel elated and victorious.
Not for the clearance, but for having tried to fight back.
Ilmana Fasih
24 September 2010
Blind to Bounds 
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