Misconception

As the words ” the terror from the Muslims” divulged from my teacher’s mouth;
the girl at the other table stared at me
I sat there impotent as her eyes attempted to transfix me
I  felt arrested and violated
I adjusted my hijab and tried to sink into it.
She loathed me, I could tell
She abhorred the way my hijab encased my face
She probably surmised that I had a bomb in there
She despised  my very existence just from the acts
of people who had addressed themselves as Islamic
I was judged even without the bomb

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As the words “the terror from the Muslims” divulged from my teacher’s mouth;
I stared at the dark-skinned girl swaddled in her hijab
she looked agonized, restless
I could almost detect her pain
she had been accompanied with the stereotype of evil gain
as I attempted to approach her
making sure my eyes showed I cared
although I could sense I looked nervous,
I walked towards her nevertheless
she rushed out of the class
and we never met again

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as she started to approach me with her unwelcoming eyes
I stepped out as fast as I could
to escape my expiry
and we never met again

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