It’s been tough being a Muslim head-scarfed girl walking down the streets of Vancouver. It’s been different with me, as I am a walking representation of Islam.
I walk down the street and people instantly know with one look at my head scarf that I am a Muslim. My scarf imposes stereotypes, horrible horrible ones.
Words became inadequate when I was approached by a man who clearly demonstrated discrimination against Muslims by asking me: “Are you a terrorist?”
I have reached a societal imposed stage where I am content with silence.