We met in the mall
And you were in that dark green coat I would come to know
Timberland shoes, out-soles filled with snow
You smiled and shook my hand
An unusual blend of a formal yet playful, easy-going man.
Nut-brown eyes gazing through your spectacles, you told me you came from Iran
And immediately my mind thought “war”
I told you and you said “its what media says but it is not who we are”.
I knew that.
I blame the news for staining minds with conditioned stimulus.
No matter, for nothing came between us
And your endearing accent that some Canadians laughed at
Saying your sentences lacked intricacy like a child just learning to speak
I had an accent too but without bias I couldn’t understand their critique
Because you’re a brilliant engineer student with a personality like a kaleidoscope.
Your actions are usually practical yet considerate, your advice meted with kind hope.
You made me chatty, you made me laugh, shed and forget my skin.
You loved me without expectations, made me feel like kin.
I was surprised that beyond our differences we had the capacity to connect across cultural miles.
You, from the vilified Middle East and me a wide-eyed girl from the isles.
You, of Muslim faith and I, an undeclared Christian
You, with your interest in archaeology and me with my liking for the priscian.
You, with your craving for kalam polow, frittata and pita
Me, with my Bourbon St.Grill, milk-filled coffee and cheese pizza.
Unexpected start to an unforeseeable end.
What are the odds, my male best friend.