How Does It Feel to Be a Problem?: Sami Summary & Analysis

Sami, an imposing but gentle and upbeat 24-year-old, returns to college in 2006 after having been away for four years. He starts in January, when the campus is freezing and the other students seem to have already fallen into their social groups. But he is thrilled to be back: “the world […] seemed open and exciting and full of possibility.”

One day, two girls yell at Sami: “Yusef! Mohammed!” He is confused. Soon thereafter, he sees and stops to talk with them: they are also Palestinians from Brooklyn and invite him to the Arab Student Club. He is surprised—while growing up, people assumed he was Latino, and being Arab scarcely meant anything to him. Sami’s parents are Christian—his mother an Egyptian waitress, his much older father a Palestinian taxi driver—and, like him, uninterested in politics. He is more concerned about school and the two jobs he works at night, but he still quickly falls in with the other Arab students, even if they often argue about foreign policy. Sami is “the most far-off Arab you’ll find.” He is not Muslim nor a fan of Arabic music, he hates visiting Egypt, and his girlfriend is Puerto Rican. And, for four years, he was an American soldier in Iraq.

Three years before, Sami is “full of both dread and desire” waiting in Kuwait for the order to invade Iraq. For the first month, their main enemy is the sand, which gets everywhere, all the time, and ruins their weapons. They soon learn to avoid it; then, the others learn that Sami speaks Arabic and start calling him “al-Qaeda” and “sand nigger,” which he does not particularly mind.

One day, the commanding officer tells Sami that they want him to be the major’s driver, which he soon realizes means he will be “at the very front of his company, at the head of the cavalry and first in the line of fire.” They go into Iraq in March, and Sami, like everyone else, has no doubts about the American mission. It will be payback for 9/11; they are following the orders of their president and commander-in-chief. Watching the first airstrikes at 5:00 a.m., Sami realizes that “they’re about to murder everybody in this place.”

Bayoumi turns to Sami’s childhood. He is born, raised, and educated in New York City. After one year of college, he finds himself utterly bored and decides to join the marines after some encouragement from a persuasive recruiter, who gets him to sign up for active duty by falsely promising that he can “change down to reserves anytime you want.” Sami’s mother is horrified but his father is proud. Sami tries to back out, but the recruiter again lies, telling him his decision is irrevocable. Sami is afraid of the unknown but has scarcely even thought about going to war. He goes to boot camp in South Carolina on May 28, 2001.

In boot camp, Sami meets the other recruits—there are a few “crazy psycho guys” but most, like him, have joined out of ignorance, stupidity, or necessity: they are “lost.” He loves the movie Full Metal Jacket for its accurate picture of basic training: the drill sergeant is “intimidation personified” and boot camp is completely exhausting. He fights the desire to leave, makes friends with other recruits, and gains “an inner confidence that he’d never had before.” He goes home for a brief vacation and leaves for combat training on the night of September 10, 2001.

News of the 9/11 attacks comes during a rest stop the next morning; Sami cannot contact his family until the drill sergeant, frustrated by his mother’s incessant calls from the recruiter’s office, finally passes him the phone. Sami realizes he will be going to war—but, “out of his New York pride,” he cannot bear to watch the news. He prays for the first time in his life; he cannot sleep and worries he will die.

Next, Sami goes to California for “job school”—technical training for his specific post, which is telecommunications. He is promised “that he would be in a room, far away from war, working with satellites and state-of-the-art equipment.” He has still never mentioned his Arab American background; everyone assumes he is Hispanic. A rabid Yankees fan, he stumbles on news about 9/11 for the first time after watching the Yankees lose the World Series to the Arizona Diamondbacks. Seeing video of planes crashing into the World Trade Center, he is horrified, thinking, “Arabs did this? […] My own people?” He grows angry and ready for war—but still has months of training left.

Using the laptop his parents buy him for Christmas, Sami meets a Puerto Rican woman named Ana from New Jersey through a pen pal service, and they start dating in 2002. Later that year, a general tells him after a party that “you boys better get ready […] it looks like we’re going somewhere.” He eventually admits to his commanders that he is Arab and insists that he “can’t fight against [his] own people.” His superiors are dismissive: Sami is Christian; “they” (meaning Iraqis) are Muslim. Sami lies that his parents are having issues, but is again dismissed and starts feeling guilty, like “less of an American,” for not wanting to go to war. Three weeks after returning to California from Christmas break, the news comes: he will be leaving for Iraq in two weeks, on Valentine’s Day, 2003.

After a month in Iraq, Sami is woken up in the middle of the night. So far, he has not seen combat, only Iraqi peasant farmers innocently walking down the road—nothing like the bloodthirsty murderers his superiors tell him to expect. At first, he is nervous and unable to focus; the landscape and poverty remind him of Egypt, and he does whatever he can to help the people he passes, trying to “show some kind of humane feeling” and prove that the Americans are “here to help.” Other marines believe the United States should kill all Iraqis, and call Sami a “terrorist.”

This particular night, a group of old men approaches the Americans; a marine named Andrews screams at them, fondling his weapon, and Sami tells him to calm down, advice Andrews ignores until Sami gets the commanding officer involved. Sami is furious at Andrews’s indifference to the Iraqis’ humanity, at his inability to imagine how he would feel in their shoes. But, not wanting to “appear soft on the enemy,” Sami says nothing about this.

In June, Sami’s company arrives at their destination, the ancient city of Babylon, well after president Bush has declared “Mission Accomplished.” Sami translates for the American officers during their tour and is surprised at their respect for the Iraqi tour guide. They settle into the palace that will serve as their base and quickly grow bored because they have nothing to do. They go to another palace for fun one day and “pillaged the guts out of the complex,” breaking and stealing whatever they want. By September, they finally get the news that they are to leave; Sami’s communications team is the last to go, and on his flight home Sami reflects on his past fears, success in the line of duty, and newfound connections to his Arab heritage. When they return to California, everyone celebrates with American beer and cigarettes.

When he is called for his second tour in Iraq, Sami is “pissed.” He feels “a sense of failure,” as though the military has fallen short in its mission and he is being forced to make up for its ineptitude. In his first months back from his earlier tour, he enjoys relaxing, spending the combat pay that has accrued in his bank account. People see him and his fellow soldiers as heroes, and they appreciate the comforts of everyday life in the United States. When he goes home for Christmas, his family respects him like never before. He cannot bear to tell them he is likely to go back, which he does in February of 2004.

On Sami’s second tour, the conditions are much more comfortable than they were during the first: the soldiers have regular shifts and functional facilities. He also gets promoted, and praise from the ranking major above him is a strong source of pride for Sami. But he is also trying to avoid the Iraqis who pass constantly through the camp: he does not want them to identify him as an Arab, but nobody ever asks him. Sami does spend time with the Arabic interpreters, one of whom reminds him of his father and teaches him about Palestinian history. He gains a deeper sense of pride in his heritage.

The camp starts facing constant mortar attacks, but the marines cannot leave or fight back. One day, a mortar nearly hits Sami’s building and kills one of his respected superiors. Sami is distraught, as the man seems to have died for no reason: he was just headed to the bathroom. The soldiers begin to resent their jobs and wonder why they are even deployed at all. One day, one of them buys a bootleg copy of Fahrenheit 9/11 from an Iraqi, and Sami realizes that he is only fighting for the personal gain of those in power (although many of his fellow marines see the film as an unjustified attack on the President). Sami decides he cannot support the Iraq War, but has to “support the men and women in the war.” Their lives have become pawns in someone else’s game, he thinks, but he refrains from voicing his opinions.

With less than a year of active duty remaining, Sami is sent home and returns demoralized, with nothing to do. He spends his accumulated combat pay on an expensive Acura car and has a delightful reunion with Ana. But he has no idea what to pursue next. He considers reenlisting or doing equipment maintenance, for which he found a natural aptitude in the military, but his mother and Ana refuse to let him stay in the marines and “make the same mistake twice.” To his horror, his brother ends up enlisting the next year.

Sami tries to help Dan, his closest friend in the military, move in with his family. But his mother is uncomfortable with the idea, and while doing their discharge paperwork, Sami and Dan have an explosive argument about nothing, which ends their friendship. Sami decides to get a tattoo: the New York skyline, with “two memorial beams of light” in place of the Twin Towers, the moon and stars spelling “N-Y-C” around it, “always remembered, never forgotten” in Arabic underneath. His discharge ceremony is “a little underwhelming,” and immediately afterwards he and Ana begin a cross-country drive from San Diego to New York. But “that’s when the anxiousness and the panic set in”—he gets sick, then insists on driving almost nonstop, even for 22 hours in a single stretch at one point. He nearly cries when they finally reach New York—which was his real mission the entire time.