You said we have to Make America Great Again

But how do you America great if you eliminate everything that made America great in the first place

You're supposed to be my rolemodel

I look up to you as my hero, but all you ever do is take one look at me, raise your nose up into the air and look down at me as if I am the worst villain  ever created

What you don't seem to understand is that this hijab that I am wearing is meant for modest and not for Terrorism

You say I terrorize you,  I can't even scare my little brother into changing the channel

A terrorist is someone who insights terror in people so do me a favor and tell me exactly how I am the terrorist when you're the one that's inciting the terror in me

The last I checked the US was furious that Germany was putting IDs on all Jewish people so how can you turn around and want to do the same thing to your own people

You say you want to stop muslim immigrants from coming into the US when this whole country was built on immigrants and they all came here looking for religious freedom the same freedom that you're trying to take away from us

What’s worse than the whispers is the stares

Stares that tell me i’ll never be great

Not because of my character

But because of what I wear on my head

Because what I wear on my head isn’t only the symbol of mass destruction

But also the symbol of my social standing

To those stares it doesn’t matter that underneath what I wear on my head is a brain that will one day  find the cure for cancer

What matters is whether or not I carry a weapon underneath it

A 14 year old boy named Ahmed builds a clock and can't wait to show it to his teachers

He walks into the classroom with a wide grin on his face and the clock in his hand

And he walks out with a look of disbelief and handcuffs on his wrists

And why is that

It's because his name is a Muslim name and his religion is Islam
and the clock, the clock that he built can't possibly be a clock, because he's Muslimand the only thing a Muslim will ever know how to create is a bomb

To thousands of people that is what being a Muslim is

Do you what it's like to scream for 15 years, to scream until your vocal cords and your throat feel as if they are caving in on each other,

to scream until words of innocence that were once so strong are now   desperately trying to crawl its way out of your mouth,

to scream until your voice is nothing but a whisper being drowned out by the voices of hate

I was born in July 16 2002, but in society's eyes I was born on September 11 2001