As a Muslim, I’m sick of people asking me how I feel about 9/11. What do you want me to say, seriously? Do you want me to say, “It was a great plan, mwahahaha!” before I fly off on a magic carpet?
I was born and raised in this country and was just as shocked as everyone else to learn there were people on this earth so vile as to commit such a horrific attack - or to even think about doing it.
But I didn’t do it. Neither did 99.999999999 percent of the roughly 1.5 billion people in the world who also call themselves Muslims. So why should I or any other Muslim apologize for what happened? Nickleback is planning on releasing another album. Should I ask white people to apologize for that?"
That’s almost the word for how I feel now. And yet it’s not quite right. All I can think about is the way you kissed me near the centre and the way you sat on the swing as I hugged you to my chest. And yet…you haven’t talked to me in almost two months. You’ve had other things going on, a whole life that doesn’t involve me. Yet, my whole life revolves around you. I make time. I hear a joke and I want to tell you about it. I feel sad and I want you to cheer me up. You’re my everything right now, and I’m stuck feeling like I was never quite good enough.