That Sun That Never Sets

Darts and Roses

Everything takes me back to when you were there.

-Adele

I can tell what everyone thinks of me. They don't need to tell me what their thoughts are whispering to their ears, because their shifty gazes and accusatory glares speak for themselves. 

What a shame. This whole town is messed up. No one believes the terrorist.

September 10, 2007

Dear Diary,

   Yesterday was the day. 

   It felt awkward to be in school. People were more interested in me more than I had ever been before. My classmates, the kids the I've known for the past two years started acting like the kids from my old school again. I noticed that no one stood by my side. I am a minority within a minority, that's in another  minority. The milk chocolate color that lays on my body and the dark brown eyes that I inherited from my Somali parents show the world that I'm black. 

   I'll never be like 75% percent of the school because of the color of my skin. 

    I also happen to be a girl.

   Boys don't like girls that much, especially girls that speak up for themselves. Heck, I think they'd appreciate it if I shut up. They can kiss my soft lovely ass before that ever happens. 

"I'm not a regular girl", as my classmates like to point out ever so frequently, I'm a Mooz-lem girl. I don't like it when they call me this because I don't moo. Do I look like a cow? It's Muslim. Can't they get that in their darn heads? Ugh!

 I also happen to wear a hijab, which is a headscarf that I wear for religious purposes. This is what separates me from the other black kids. Truth be told, I think that I'm the only Muslim student at my school.

There's only one kid that's different from everyone else though, he's a part of the Sikh faith. His name is Achetbir Singh. The first time that I met him, I ended up getting a crush on him because he was my only friend at school. My crush on him flew away like Casper the Ghost when I found out that he found out that I liked him in that manner. When he asked me, I denied it steadfastly. 

No way in hell would I ever admit my feelings to a guy. Nah, never gonna happen. Not today, not five seconds from now, and certainly not in the future.

 Anyway, Achetbir told me that he and his family would be moving. He told me that they had enough of all of the racist things that were said about them. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that he was the only Asian student in the entire school. The school's small as hell. There are approximately 250 students in the entire school. 

Achetbir was picked on a lot because of his skin color and religion. We weren't that different at all. In fact, we were both fighters. His last name means lion. We've been sent to the principal's office several times. I guess I won't have Achetbir to fight with me this time around next year. I'll have to beat up people by myself. Life's crazy like that.

Do you remember when Tom McBright vandalized my dad's car? Well, he did it again. I know. Tell me about it. That guy --more like old man, the nigga's in his sixties-- will never learn. I mean, if you want to touch a car, you might wanna clean it. The smart idea never crossed his peanut-sized head. The only thing that's bright about him is the hue that rushes to his face when he gets mad.

I hope tomorrow will be a better day. Then again, tomorrows are always better than yesterdays because I get to breathe for another day. I get to live for another day filled with my family.

P.S. I stole...more like borrowed Ms. Hal's baklavas. Technically, she said that I could take them as long as I give it back to her. I don't think that she'd appreciate me giving her my feces though. So, I'll just buy her more baklavas or I'll give my mom's signature bajiyo.

Sincerely,
Suleqa

P.P.S. I know that I put the 'P.S.' in the wrong spot. Don't correct me, Dumbledore.

P.P.P.S. Mom, if you're reading this, then I don't know a guy named Achetbir. I don't know any guys at all. I'm only friends with girls, like Maxine--the girl who you once thought was a boy who had a really deep voice when I was talking to her on the phone.

P.P.P.P.S. For Goodness' sake, when will Will see that I am here. Omg, do you see what I just did here? Lmao, I'm done. I'm hilarious. I should become a comedian when I grow up. No wonder Edo Johra always laughs at me, she always tells me that I'm a comedian. Okay. Now, I'm really done. At least for today I am. Peace D-squared!