When you say childhood
I remember nature
Acres of woods behind my house
All for us to explore
Every season of the year
I remember never going to school
I was homeschooled
Only two hours of work
And sometimes none at all
I remember my sisters
Racing to the duckpond minutes away
Taking shortcuts to get downtown through the woods
I remember saving my birthday money to buy
The princess walkie talkies
Twenty dollars
They didn’t work
But I still loved them
“My first phone”
I remember racing down hill on
Our razor scooters
The death of my ankles in other words
I remember wondering why some girls were
Obsessed with makeup
Or wear dresses
Or play with Barbies
I wore cargo shorts
I smudged berries from the woods on my face
I built forts from branches
Every summer I had scabs on my knees
From teaching myself how to skate
I remember trying to build a
Contraption
That would fly
How amazing it would be
If I could see the world
From way up
But when I was younger I couldn’t see
I was ignorant
I didn’t know what people thought of
People
Like
Me
The occasional murmur of
Terrorist
Or
Towel head
I remember
They saw me as Muslim before
They saw me as human
I remember
When my days of
carelessness
And
Freedom
Turned to
Fear
And
Self consciousness
Why do I have to always act perfect in public?
Why do people stare?
Why do people think I don’t speak English?
Why am I told to go back to my country?
But I’m from here
Why was I becoming ashamed of who I was?
I wasn’t Muslim enough to hangout with the Muslims
I don’t speak Arabic
I haven’t memorized more than 10 pages of Quran
I don’t pray five times a day
I don’t dress modestly enough
And
Not nonmuslim enough to hang out with the nonmuslims
I have that strange thing on my head
Are you bald?
Do you shower with that on?
Are your parents forcing you to wear that thing?
It can get lonely
Not being able to fit in
Not being proud
My childhood was bright and eventful
Most of the happiest moments of my life happened
When I was a child
But
I guess
Others
Opinions
Have ruined it
When you say childhood
I think of
When I learned that people are
Rude
Uneducated
Self centered
Careless
Insensitive
Racist
Violent
And problematic
When I learned about
9/11
I was twelve
I was informed that
All
Muslims
Were
Terrorists
They told me I was
Oppressed
And
Trapped
But
At one point in my life I
Dreamed
Of the days when I would wear my
Hijab
Now I don’t see it the same
I feel
ashamed
I feel
unworthy
I feel
Confused
And when I talk about it
They tell me
That
I’m obsessed with it
I’m playing the victim
Not everything is about it
Or I don’t mean it
I just want to know
Why are people so
Scared
Of a religion
Or
Why they would see me as a
Threat
I guess some people don’t
Understand
What
Hatred
Can do to a
Child
Points: 39
Reviews: 20
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