In “ Does my head look big in this” Amal a teenage Australian-Palestinian-Muslim faces the most important decision of her life. Beginning third term at Mccleans high school, she decides to wearing the hijab as a full-timer. Afraid of the racial and prejudice she’ll face from her peers, the hijab symbolizes courage and uniqueness. When Amal goes back to school on the first day with a hijab on knowing what people might say about her like “terrorist” or “darkie” from her previous experience, she freaks out and feels hopeless.
This was the end, I survived here for a little over 2 years. I wasn’t Marshal Schwartz, a 35 year old man anymore, I was 566732. I needed to stay alive until I was free, I wanted to tell my tale. My first job was working in the bathrooms, however, the guards realized that my strength could be used to sweep up dead bodies. I hated that job, it was so hard to see the helpless little children.
On June 15, 2016, I conducted my interview with Roya Kamalzadeh. The interview was a fun and an interesting look into my co-worker and friend’s psyche. My original plan was to conduct the interview at Beatley Library, a library close to my home. I realized that the library would not be the best place to conduct the interview, because there were no private rooms in the library and I did not want to be interpreted with loud noises. For the previously stated reason I thought that neither of our homes would be an ideal location, so we did the interview in her car in the parking lot.
Over the past few weeks we have been reading the multifaith manual and from reading it I have begun to see some of the other religions in a different light and leaned about ones that I have never heard of before, it has been an eye opening experience in many aspects, some more than others I have found to be fascinating. The first has to be the religion of Wicca which surprised me when I started reading about it the first time but after reading it the first time I had to go back and reread the chapter, when I was done reading all I could think about was how the Wicca reminds me of old witch covens from old stories, it was also curious to see that there are people who still worship the old Egyptian, Greek and Norse gods, gods that I had
Carnivals and trained army snipers may seem like a peculiar combination with terrible consequences awaiting. However, the imminent danger went overlooked as they camouflaged into the surroundings for all in attendance, except me. I was competing in the 2015 Maccabi Games, an Olympic-style competition for Jewish athletes all around the world, held in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, seemingly the most desolate area in the country, where on the concluding night of a week filled with intense competition our efforts focused on unwinding. After devouring a plateful of carnival delicacies, a few friends from Israel to California and I ventured off to the rock climbing wall. Climbing the wall was similar to climbing a tree, a skill I had mastered after years
I am truly glad to have a life with freedom, liberty and peace. I’m able to say my own opinion and have my family, who supports me in everything. Most likely to be me, even if I’m not perfect, to have brown hair and eyes. Not be judged or looked at differently for my religion, race or gender. But I know life wasn 't the same as it used to be.
I, as my application states, have the label of "Jewish" next to my name. To me "Jewish" had always been little more than just that, a label. I attended Sunday School for several years, spending the majority of my time there wishing I could be doing just about anything but sitting in that small, rundown building. My mom had always attended Sunday School as a child. Naturally, she believed I should be raised similarly.
Rachel Dryer Dr.Fore TUNI110 13 February 2023 In my later years of middle school, I began dreading going to school. It wasn't the classes or the teachers, instead it was my peers who made attending school a challenge. I remember feeling extremely isolated like I had no one to turn to. Woefully, I was tormented for something I couldn't even control; my religion.
I chose to interview my best friend and her family who immigrated from Iran. Her father who is christian, stated that the Iran’s government created a threatening environment to live in, especially for religious practices other than Islam. He was a well known, successful chemist but secretly practiced christianity with a group of others in an underground church. He stated the the government was very hostile and would falsely accuse individuals of crimes. Once the government found out that he was associated with practicing christianity, the state made it hard for him to live a normal, safe life.
I saw women of many different ethnicities. Because it was all women, some decided to take off their hijab. After dinner, we went up to the large prayer room to watch the children recite parts of the Qur’an in the original Arabic translation. The men and women were both in the room, yet the women sat against the back wall. I observed proud parents, many of which got their phones out to record their child.
As a Pakistani-American Muslim woman, issues of identity, diaspora, and civil rights have dominated my mind since before I could even put a name to those concepts. Growing up in New Jersey after the September 11 attacks meant constantly seeing negative media about Islam, and seeing my increasingly stressed parents deal with discrimination at their workplaces. I was only six years old when the attacks occurred, but I remember the aftermath clearly; my parents’ friends were being interrogated by police for simply looking Muslim, news floated among the community that hijab-clad women were being physically or verbally abused by random people on the streets, and my older brother confided in my parents that he was being bullied at school for having a Muslim name and brown skin.
I am seven; I look around the room at my synagogue wondering why no one looks like me. All the girls have that beautiful, straight, long golden brown hair that I always dream about and see in the movies, but that is not me. A few months later, I am celebrating Chinese New year with friends and family. I look around and take comfort in the fact that everyone looks like me here. I think to myself, I fit in here, this is the place for me.
During this time, the Iran-Iraq War was taking place. This war brought about many grueling topics. Her perspective over these four years
A place That once was peaceful When I was a young child I had many places that seemed holy or peaceful. My family was almost never got along when I was growing up and they still don’t even today. This place that I speak of is no other then my Grandmas house. Growing up I never saw her much but I do remember the first time that I went there.
As a Muslim convert, who has a tragic story of hardship after coming to Islam. This is a very brief idea of my situation and what had happened to me. I have suffered and faced a lot of abuse and insults from my family and community after I became a Muslim. My family is very racist and my sister was involved with white supremacist groups. My story is a long story-
