Muslim, white. Neither here nor there.

Anonymous,
Canada.

I pass. You’d never guess.

I’m spared alot of the cliched terrorist rhetoric. I don’t fear any of my family members will extra judiciary arrest or detainment. So I win right?

Sure, but I feel like I’m cheating. It feels equally disingenous to be “just” a white girl as it dose to insert myself into all “Muslim” issues. I feel lonely. As much as I know all this privilege talk is true, it can feel like a “f you” sometimes.

I feel like my identity is never really my own, because after all, its a choice right? Its assumed I can just leave. I feel politics, preying questions and expectations are always trying to rip me in half.


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