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9/11's Impact On Muslims

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Three thousand dead. A brutal, senseless tragedy that shattered American morale almost as much as the plane crashing into the towers did. Growing up as a Muslim in a post-9/11 society has always been difficult. While I was only three when it happened, 9/11’s impact on Muslims significantly altered the course of my life. For weeks after it happened, President Bush and the media struggled to rally Americans together in the face of disaster and to unite them against the Taliban, However, many Americans began thinking that “Taliban” was synonymous with “Muslim”. American Muslims were painted as the perpetrators; we were all grouped together with the terrorists, all of us were so called “allies” to the enemy and were seen as playing into the hands …show more content…

I stopped wearing Mehndi and eating traditional foods in public. At home, I half-heartedly completed my prayers because my fear of islamophobic radicals drove me to reject my faith entirely. It took me years to overcome my internalized hatred of myself. Frustrated by this pointless and incessant hatred, I began to question everything. What I did not understand was why did I have to suffer? Why were all Muslims slandered and dehumanized for an event that we had no say in? It is not my fault for what …show more content…

I never questioned why it was ok for complete strangers to dehumanize me; I thought that was just how life is. Questioning the way things are and asking why situations happen is an immensely important thing that everyone, no matter who they are, needs to do. Too many times, people just accept what they are given-they comply with racism, islamophobia, “rules” backed only by bigotry, insisting that, “that is just how it has always been”, and why? It is because no one says anything about it. People need to speak about these issues in order to get the message out there. Question what the television tells you, think for yourself, think why are 1.5 billion people, who have nothing but their religion in common with each other, stereotyped and belittled before they even walk through the door? Since I began to question this, I was able to look into myself and realize that it is not my fault for who and what I am. I was able to accept my beautiful religion again, through trial and error, and I learned never to accept things as their face value. I learned that it is essential to always question why things are what they are. By questioning, we are able to become rationally-thinking adults. The most important time to question the world is during college, where a student can come into contact with thousands of students, and no

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