Those comments opened my eyes and made me realize that racism was not just the stuff of Malcolm X and the U.S but of ours as well. I remembered my elementary school friend Mojib, also a Pakistani, and how my friendship with him was ridiculed by my older cousins. They called him my nokar seeyah or black servant. I did not like their chiding but did not have the language, as a schoolgirl, with which to interpret it as hateful, racist and arrogant.
The irony here is that Pakistanis tend to be racist against other South Asians, especially South Indians and Bengalis. Be careful of calling out the kala; unless you’re Simone Simons there’s always someone more fair.