I was in first grade when 9/11
happened, I didn't understand why the
attack in NY made people we never
met want to hurt us. The next few
months my mother tied her Hijab in a
turban style to blend in so we wouldn’t
I was about nine years old, a fresh
hijabi, when a man in a large truck
tried to run us off the road. I didn’t
understand why he was imitating a
gun with his hands, he didn’t know us.
Why was he doing this?
I was ten when two boys at school
pulled my Hijab off. We were in PE
class and I was almost done with my
last lap when I felt two hands grab my
Hijab. I stopped running and looked to
the ground for my pearly white scarf. I
felt exposed, and humiliated.
I was twelve when my little sister came
home from school crying. Her face
soaked with tears, “five boys jumped
me at school and pulled my Hijab off“.
All I could think of was beating all five
of those boys. We rushed out the
house and ran to the school.. The
principle suspended them for two
days.. Two days?