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A Plea from a Muslim woman in a Western Country

Now that the men in black
Have descended the machines
Silently,
Like nocturnal birds of prey
And stalked and slain the beast
That taunted them
For a long, miserable decade,
Now that the people of the United States
Of America
Have danced in the streets and screamed with joy
That their land is the greatest
The mightiest
And fairest
Because they have finally got their man
Who killed 3,000 men, women and children
In cold blood
On soil that is more sacred than
The dirt of Afghanistan
(Or Iraq for that matter),
Now that blood has been appeased by blood
And vengeance served cold
And now that God has truly blessed America
Can I,
May I,
Have My Hijab
Back
Please?