The diary of a Muslim immigrant in New York
Monday
I get to work at 7:30 a.m. so that I can go to the bank nearby. I want to ask about whether I would be able to transfer my savings out of the country if Im forced to leave. The woman behind the counter looks at me like Im crazy. The video camera on the counter looks at me like Im dangerous.
After work I go to see my friend. She has two wonderful daughters, both engrossed in a cartoon on the TV when I arrive. I sit behind the couch to watch along, and the younger of the two slides off the couch and tiptoes around it towards me. Shes three years old and has a grin that completely disarms you. Shes offering me one right now??her little teeth perfectly alternate with gummy spaces. Her face doesnt smile because shes joyful, she seems to be joyful because shes smiling. Lately, she has started asking people are you ha-pee? Its a hard question to answer honestly (and its hard to lie to a child).
Källa: Carrying Around My Shit
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