"Today I was
attacked.
By a woman in a head
scarf and a man wearing a beard and a hat.
Today
I was attacked and if your first thoughts were 'by Muslims',
You are correct.
Today a man and a woman
attacked me.
They called me names
and caught me.
They put their arms
around me, tight, and didn't let go for a long time.
I could smell their
scent and hear their heart beat.
I was that close.
I managed to escape but
I had tears coming down my eyes
And my stomach was in
pain.
This could have been an
act of terror but let me explain.
Today I woke up and
went downstairs.
My mother and father
were sat in the kitchen dining on french toast and honey. She wears
the headscarf and he wears a beard and a hat.
My father embraced me
with a hug, a tight hug, I could smell the unperfumed scent of his
clothes and hear his heavy heart beat.
My mother hugged me,
tight also. I could smell the fried bread on her clothes and hear her
delicate heart beat.
They called me names.
The cute nicknames one calls their child by.
They argued over
something so childish, they bickered and mocked one another. I
laughed.
I cried from laughing
and left with my stomach in pain.
I was attacked today
By my mother and
father.
I was attacked with
love.
Lots of love.
I was attacked with
love by two muslims who are my parents.
If you thought
otherwise I blame media for brain washing your narrow minds.
Do not pre judge".
S.R.Khatun
My first two 'Humans In
My Life' blog posts were on my parents but after the Paris attacks I
felt the need to write this poem to represent what it is really like
living with Muslims and how Muslim families operate. My parents pray
five times a day, my mother wears the headscarf (as does the Virgin
Mary when she is portrayed in Church and other religious places). My
father has a beard as our beloved final Prophet (Peace be upon him)
had and wears the hat Muslim men sometimes wear. . (The
beard has become some sort of a fashion trend amongst Western men yet
many of them discriminate Muslim men who have it.)
No one in my house is
an 'extreme' Muslims nor is anyone 'Liberal'. I don't even know what
an extreme or liberal Muslim but the media seems to refer to certain
Muslims as these.
We are like a normal
family. We watch telly, we joke with one another and sing happy songs
together. We sit around the table together at dinner time and have
family days out. So if you want to know what a Muslim family is like
or how individuals are, please do not pre judge us based on what you
see in the media. They do not represent us. We come in all
shapes and colours, in different moods, different styles and
different mind frames.
Check out my last blog
post:
The blog post on my
mother:
The blog post on my
father:
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