I am a 17 year old Muslim Afghan-American, born and raised in Jericho, Long Island. I was raised by two Afghan parents, but they were raised in horrible conditions in Afghanistan. Both of my parents didn’t go school, I was the first child to do so in the family. After 9/11, my Syosset neighbor viewed us as undercover radical members. She would yell at us, call the cops, and tell her children not to be friends with me because I was a “future terrorist.” My parents moved to Jericho, and they were hoping to find a safer and better environment to live.
I went to Robert Seaman Elementary, and they were great years because I made a lot of friends, and no one bothered me. However, soon after I graduate from Robert Seaman, I went to Jericho Middle School where I would face discrimination students. There was one particular boy who I would never forget. He would bully me because I was Muslim, and call me a terrorist
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My father wouldn’t have it, so he asked me again in a sterner voice, “What is wrong? Someone is bothering you.” I told him, “Well, there this one kid from school that is always bullying me.” My father told me, “Follow us, we have to talk.” I listen to my parents for hours, and asked them what should I do. My mother told me. “Ignore him.” I was confused until she explained to me that bullies always strive for attention, and opposition of others to make them feel powerful. I started to understand of what she is coming from.
The next day in school, I went to school and I encountered the bully who told me the usual, “What’s up, Terrorist.” However, I have ignored him. He started to say something offensive again and again, but then I noticed something, it was annoying him that I was ignoring him. Everyday, when he try to do something and get my attention. I just handle myself maturely and payed him no mind. He realized that he was wasting his time, and left me
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When I was fifteen years old and in middle school, there was this one kid in my grade that was Muslim. He sat by himself minding his own business but everyday a group of kids in the grade above us would come and make fun of this young boy, each day it would be the same thing, they would call him names and tell him to go back to where he came from. All because he was a Muslim boy in Australia. One day he fought back to the bullies and threw a punch at the main culprit, of course he got beat up and all the boys had to go to the office and talk to the principle but what was astonishing was that the Muslim boy got suspended for three days and all the bullies did not get into trouble. From that day, I saw how the world target Muslims and how there is this witch hunt for them.
Nobody likes him, but nobody is willing to stand up to him or help the victims. By ignoring the situation, the bully has no reason to stop bullying. It is the same concept just on a much grander scale. Elie Wiesel says, “...indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor - never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten”(Weisel, 10). Indifference should be addressed so those who are in need won't feel alone and forgotten.
I was born on November 8, 2001, one month and twenty-seven days after 9/11. This left a cloud of ignorance over my head, and for that, I would like to apologize. Growing up post-9/11 meant that I only heard the word Muslim attached to the word terrorist. Muslim was the butt of a joke that I did not understand but yet I felt that I was able to make this joke. I was in fourth grade the first time I had was taught that a Muslim was not a something bad.
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I was born in Iraq, then moved out when I was about six years old. My country was getting worse and worse over the years so, we decided to move to Syria than to California. Coming to California was really difficult for me. I was bullied a lot, many people told me to ¨go back to your country.¨ I was bullied for the way I looked and dressed because I was born in Iraq until now no one expects me for the way I am.
Chapter – The Comeback September 11, 2001, an infamous date in recent history, whereby a well-planned and coordinated terrorist assault was carried out on the World Trade Centre (WTC) in New York City and the Pentagon building in Washington D.C. A fourth attack was foiled when the passengers on-board the aircraft prevented the hijackers from hitting a fourth target, possibly the White House or the Capitol Building – the plane crashed in the Pennsylvania countryside 13. The World Trade Centre was built in 1970 and housed more than 430 companies from 28 different countries, engaging in a wide spectrum of commercial activities, including financial services, transportation, insurance, trade, import/export and foreign government. On a normal workday, the World Trade Centre hosted up to 50,000 personnel, and an additional 40,000 visited the complex12.
But the Lord said unto me, “Do not say, I am a youth, for you shall go to all to whom I send you, and whatever I command you, you shall speak.” (Jeremiah 1:7) Five Years Later: Team seven continues to achieve every goal they put their minds to. Their mothers are nurses at the same hospital. Joshua is growing into a statue of his father.
Option A: Stay put and pretend you did not hear it. Option B: Say, “Leave him alone! Do not take your anger out on other people.” Put the bully in his place, do not let him get away with this! Which would one choose?
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Not many victims does this for fear of retaliation; nonetheless some victims are brave enough to fight back. The effects of bullying will affect the victim’s future as they grow up to become adults. If this issue continues, he/she has a right to report the incident or fight back their bullies. All forms of bullying, including cyber-bullying, are considered intolerable and criminal at school. Bullying occurs when the bully fights or insults the victims to the point of fighting back or seeking help from someone trustworthy to prevent their issue of being bullied.