It is an old story
That begins with the slavery, discovery of Diamond and recognition of differences…
When we were young, we never protest of its color
we were waiting passionately to have one,
To travel, to visit other countries of god’s lands
To meet other people and act like tourists just like they do
We saw a variety of people coming in our lands,
We were quitly happy to host them and we thought we are able to do the same
However, we never knew at that time that green never means ”pass” just like the ”traffic light”
Green describes restriction, isolation and sometimes shame…
Joyful faces came and go to the owners of this green passport
But, when it comes to them to pay a visit, hundreds of obstacles are to be found…
Hundreds of papers to fill in …
Hundreds of pain to pass through
Like a poker still, your luck, your money may help
Still there some people who hoped to have a vacation,
they throw the dice, with a heart full of hope, they waited …
And too many hopes were shade, vanished or even destroyed…
Some hated to hope, millions chose the road of risk, death and gloominess
Tones of them paved the fear away and kept looking for a way out…
Millions though, decided to have their vacation on the risky seas …
All this keep happening while white faces keep on visiting the green land…
None of them had to pass through this… but when you hold the green passport…
it never meant to be green or a pass
The truth hurts but those who made rules in all cases, never think of the poor ….
The green passport is for us a pride but for the holiday time, it is never the case…
Life experience... white ink & some thoughts 
I am a tenured university teacher and a member of a renowned research laboratory in Tunisia. After long months of working on a research project, my abstract was accepted and I was invited to present my work in London in front of the world’s best experts in my field. All this sounds rosy and nice, doesn’t it? Well, guess what? The British Embassy in Tunis have decided, for some reason that I still ignore, to reject my visa application and to put the seal of shame on my green passport. They don’t care about the sleepless nights I’ve spent working on my project. They don’t give a damn about the conference registration fees (£100) that I have paid and which are not refundable anymore. They don’t care about the 200 Dinars I paid for the visa fees. They just refused my application without explaining. Meanwhile, Saudi, Canadian, European and American researchers are flocking to London to take the chance I was deprived of, not because I am less competent, but because I have that damned green thing they wrongly call “passport”.
I am desperatly sorry to hear this … even in job offers, they need to recruit only Canadians , Americans ( Native English speakers) that’s all …though you have a diploma but not a native , it doesn’t matter …
Did you know that ALL visa applications that are presented to the British Embassy in Tunis are processed in the UK Border Agency in PARIS? Does this sound normal to you, Asma? Does it sound like we are an independent respectful country?
well we are not! that is for sure… but what can we do?
for the environmentally ships recycling green passport is doing a great work
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