I was only 8. Most of the kids in school called me a terrorist & asked me if Bin laden was my uncle. Physically and verbally abused. Not having any friends made it alot harder.
(Hence why I say- if you don't know a Muslim or have a friend that is, u do now follow)
Shopping w/ my mom who wears a scarf..people making comments next to us assuming we didn't speak english..."Let's leave before she blows this place up"...Knowing that my mom understood and went about shopping as if she didn't broke me.
I have 4 sisters. All visible Muslim women. One of my sisters works w/ special needs kids. She came home from work crying one day because parents told the company that they do not feel safe that their child is there while she my sister is working there.
I know my #afterseptember11 stories are very trivial compared to those who lost their loved ones in wars and hate crimes but I still want to share it them.