My name is Nina and welcome to my life.

 

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My school had this week called, “I Believe” Week and one of the days was “I believe in my story.”
People wrote on these note cards starting with “If you really knew me you would know that…”
Some of these notecards said:
“If you really knew me, you’d know that I was raped by my older brother everday.”
“If you really knew me, you’d know that my mom is a heroin addict and it’s tearing my family apart.”
“If you really knew me, you’d know that I had cancer when I was 5 and people made fun of me because I was different and didn’t have hair.”
“If you really knew me, you’d know that I was sexually harassed and abused as a child.
“If you really knew me, you’d know that I suffer from depression and I’ve attempted suicide.”
If you really knew me, you’d know that I got into a car crash with my best friend and I held her in my arms, blood everywhere. RIP.
When people came up to read these note cards, a lot of them started crying. It made many people realize that everyone has a story and that you’re not alone.

i wanna do this

wow

everyone needs to share this, it’s so powerful

ah I did this at camp it’s really great to know you’re not alone

This.

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My school had this week called, “I Believe” Week and one of the days was “I believe in my story.”

People wrote on these note cards starting with “If you really knew me you would know that…”

Some of these notecards said:

  • “If you really knew me, you’d know that I was raped by my older brother everday.”
  • “If you really knew me, you’d know that my mom is a heroin addict and it’s tearing my family apart.”
  • “If you really knew me, you’d know that I had cancer when I was 5 and people made fun of me because I was different and didn’t have hair.”
  • “If you really knew me, you’d know that I was sexually harassed and abused as a child.
  • “If you really knew me, you’d know that I suffer from depression and I’ve attempted suicide.”
  • If you really knew me, you’d know that I got into a car crash with my best friend and I held her in my arms, blood everywhere. RIP.

When people came up to read these note cards, a lot of them started crying. It made many people realize that everyone has a story and that you’re not alone.

i wanna do this

wow

everyone needs to share this, it’s so powerful

ah I did this at camp it’s really great to know you’re not alone

This.

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I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

teeheee.

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Michelle Blade is a visual and conceptual artist living and working in Los Angeles.

The sea’s evaporating, though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we’re seeing, they’re explosions in the sky
It seems it’s written, but we can’t read between the line
Hush, it’s okay, dry your eye…