Seems very bad in America for our fellow muslims.Despite having lived in Texas my entire life, I haven't experienced much Islamaphobia. In recent weeks, however, there has been an uptick:
A) A few hours after the Boston bombings, two men followed my youngest brother (he's fiiiiive, omgasdkjf) and I around the grocery store making all sorts of antagonizing remarks. My brother had no idea what was happening, and even tried to talk to them as we high tailed it out of the store...
B) On Monday, I was on campus, waiting for an advising appointment. A tall, well built man wearing a Wounded Warriors Project t-shirt comes into the advising office, and takes the only free seat: next to me. He takes out his phone to make a call, and in the finest stage whisper I've ever heard, starts bashing Muslims:
"I didn't go to Iraq to come back here to see them."
"I didn't fight for her effing freedom"
The secretary at the desk literally started hyperventilating when she realized who he was talking about.
He went on in that vein for a few minutes, including a lovely comment about being stoned if I were in my own country, even calling me illiterate and insinuating that I wasn't practicing my religion properly because my "burkha didn't cover her face". The entire time, he'd alternate between thrusting his upper body towards me and mugging me down.
C) Also on Monday... I was driving down a street in the middle lane, only one other car in sight. The driver was constantly tailgating, nearly fender to bumper. I sped up a tad, and she veered into the lane to my left, lowered her driver's side window, and started screaming like a banshee. It was a beaautiful day, so my own windows were down. She was spewing the usual "git back to your country" and flipping the bird. She then swerved in front of me and abruptly came to a complete stop. My brakes nearly gave out trying to avoid a collision. She has the nerve to a) continue shrieking and b) slag down my driving skills. Um, hello, check your privilege pls, you're crossing a line there, buddy. And the entire time, I'm thinking that she's going to jump out of the car with a baseball bat and smash my windshield. But he carries on driving, and it just so happens that we're both making a left turn. And oh my Allah, she was still going at it. Meanwhile, cars have pulled up around us, and bewildered drivers, myself included -_-, were gobsmacked and staring at her.
D) Tuesday.. I was filling up gas, and noticed a guy a few pumps away snarling. It'd be comical if it weren't so unnerving. Shaken, I got back into my car and pulled away. I noticed that hardly a minute passed and that he was doing the same, and a few moments later, he was behind me. I didn't think much of it, and zoned out for the drive home. By chance, shukr, while idling at a red light, I glanced in the rear view mirror and recognized the driver of the car behind me. I have an overactive imagination as it is, and ignored the "omg nancy drew, you're being followed". But a few lights and two turns later, he was still there. A trick that my dad taught me to figure out if you're being followed (don't ask) is to use your indicators. For example, you're in the middle lane. Indicate left, but merge right (of course, being mindful of traffic around you). [DON'T DO THIS THOUGH, OKAY, IT'S NOT SAFE] So I did that (the street was empty), and the guy started going left and realized I wasn't, then sharply swerved into my lane. Promptly drew up to a red light (oh great), I was shaking, shamelessly ran it omgomgomgomg I'VE NEVER RAN A RED LIGHT BEFORE, got caught by a speed-trap camera :c, and booked it at sixty mph in a forty straight to the freeway. Every light was green after that, alhamdullilah.
For the first time, I don't feel so safe going out anymore. May Allah SWT protect us all.
May Allah protect our sisters ameen!




