I step on to the train. Everyone looks the same. But… They’re all looking at me. Some hateful, others scared. I heard the news, I read the feed on twitter. A crazy person hurt innocent people. AGAIN.
And I’m to blame.
Today is not easy for me.
“I didn’t do it” ” It wasn’t me” ” I couldn’t imagine hurting another human being”.
I wish they would see, Islam is beautiful and is a big part of me.
Some of you get it. Some of you know the fear of stepping on a train.
And you instantly feel pain. You feel like you don’t belong. You feel you’re to blame.
They make you feel like… Like you’re wearing a “IM A TERRORIST” sticker on your head.
Some of you know. Someone of you know the truth.
I stepped on the train that day. A look of fear and a quivered sigh.
I see someone that understands. She doesn’t know me.
But she says “hey, it’s okay. I’ll ride with you”
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