“In any case, the mother was beginning to rub Nasim’s hand and weep, quietly, so as not to disturb the neighbouring patients and their visitors. I was embarrassed for all of us, for the several Asian wrapped in alien, colourful clothes who whispered to each other in a strange tongue and crowed protectively but belatedly around their beaten son. No doubt they presented a right sight to the white patients and guests who kept eyeing them. I was sure I could hear a few giggles. I knew then that I was nit an Asian but that these people were yet my kin and my embarrassment. I wish I were invisible.” (Dabydeen, 15)