X is for Xenophobic #AtoZChallenge
“Get away
from the window. They’ll see you,” my mother hissed as I stared at the moving
van across the street.
“Look! There’s
a girl about my age,” I cried with excitement. Since I turned 12, my younger
brother was even less appealing to hang out with and I longed for a girlfriend.
“I’m going to invite her over.”
“No, Anne!
We don’t want you associating with them!” my father said, anger clouding his
face.
“Why?” I
asked, confused.
“They’re
Muslims,” he said.
“So, what
difference does that make?”
“They’re
different from us. They don’t live the same way we do. I bet they don’t even
speak English.”
“That doesn’t
bother me. I want to know more about them,” I insisted and opened the door. My father
stepped into the doorway, blocking my path.
“No. I don’t
want you going over there and that’s final.”
Our eyes met
and he gave me one of his tough father looks. Finally I backed down and went to
my room to do my homework.
My parents
were so fearful and narrowminded. Somethings it was like living in a prison.
A few hours
later, I heard the doorbell ring.
“I’ll get
it!” I yelled and ran to the door. The new girl was standing there holding a
plastic container.
“Hello, I’m
Shira,” she said shyly. I liked the look of her huge dark eyes and her brightly
coloured headress or hijab as they were called.
“I’m Anne,”
I said, unsure of what to say. I gave her a big smile to cover my nervousness. “Welcome
to the neighbourhood.”
“Thank you,”
she replied politely. “Here. This is for you. My mother sent it. It’s Shish
Taouk, chicken kebabs.“ She handed me a container. I could smell the fragrant
spices and it made my mouth water.
“Thank you
so much,” I said, taking it.
My parents
appeared from the kitchen, wide-eyed, curious and apprehensive.
Shira gave
them a nod in respect. They just stared at her, unsure of what to say.
“This is
Shira. These are my parents. Look at what her mother sent over,” I said handing
them the container. “Wasn’t that kind of her?” I gave them a pleading look.
My parents
looked at each other and then back at Shira.
Honestly,
sometimes I felt like I was the parent and they were the kids.
“Thank you.
Tell your mother thank you,” my mother finally said, giving Shira a weak smile.
My father forced a smile, too and nodded in agreement. Both of them relaxed and
their faces softened.
It wasn’t
much but it was a start. I had my work cut out for me but I was determined.
Here are my previous posts for the challenge:
A is for Andante or Allegro, which one are you?
B is for Beauty of Birds
C is forMy Favourite Words begin with C
D is for It's Still a Delightful Day!
E is for Elusive Eloise
F is for Forgive and Forget
G is for Guilt
H is for Holiday in your Head
I is for Introverts can have Impact and Influence
J is for Jack and Jill
K is for Katie the Klutz
L is for Lollygagging
M is for Magical Moments
N is for Never Again
O is for Object
P is for Picture Perfect
I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays. http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Here are my previous posts for the challenge:
A is for Andante or Allegro, which one are you?
B is for Beauty of Birds
C is forMy Favourite Words begin with C
D is for It's Still a Delightful Day!
E is for Elusive Eloise
F is for Forgive and Forget
G is for Guilt
H is for Holiday in your Head
I is for Introverts can have Impact and Influence
J is for Jack and Jill
K is for Katie the Klutz
L is for Lollygagging
M is for Magical Moments
N is for Never Again
O is for Object
P is for Picture Perfect
This captures the fear of other communities / foreigners so well, Cathy! Great story telling here!
ReplyDeleteNicely illustrated, Cathy. Sadly, so many people have these same attitudes. They fear the unknown and buy into all the bullshit propaganda online. My next door neighbours are Muslims. Very quiet. Their kids are always courteous and neatly dressed. I have zero tolerance for xenophobia, having lived through it myself as a child. Daily harassment and bullying were normal, because of my German heritage. (When I started school in London, WWII had only been over for 15 years.)
ReplyDeleteSadly these attitudes still exist. And these days fear is an emotion that is gaining momentum. Both nicely depicted in your story.
ReplyDeleteSuzy at Someday Somewhere - Xtraordinary Moments
If only we all could be like Anne! This world would have been such a peaceful place, isn't it?
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