America

ah yes 9/11, an event i literally had absolutely no involvement in but got crucified over&over for a decade straight for it lmao 

ah the core memories of my hijabi mother being denied service in front of my face while having a baker call my family terrorists <3

ah yes, when i was banned from taking advanced graphic design by a teacher who stared me down every 9/11 like it was my fault while also trying to gaslight me every class into thinking i had absolutely 0 talent in design.

ah yes, my fifth grade teacher telling me i will never be an american or speak proper english because im a foreigner and will always be an outsider while always giving me a look of disgust 

ah yes, when kids would throw stuff at me on 9/11 because i was the closest thing to “osama bin laden”

ah yes when teachers would laugh with the group of kids calling me a terrorist and not do anything about it ever 

aww the core memory of being told i should bomb myself so frequently i tried to take my life at dangerously young age

ℑ❤️𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶 + 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫. 
ℑ 𝔤𝔬 𝔟𝔶 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔭, 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫. ᯅ certified fashiǒn snoop.

i hate the world.

really sorry you had to go through all these 🫂