Personal Narrative: Stop The Mosque

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“Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange, so glad tidings to the strangers.” As a child sitting in the mosque I never truly understood these words. I knew no disparities between myself and any of the other public school students. I did not consider myself a stranger, nor did any of my peers. But alas, the ignorance of childhood faded with maturity, and disillusionment filled its place. After fundraising for two years, our community finally raised enough money to buy a new community center. With our current “mosque” being a leased room in the basement of a Catholic School, this purchase was long overdue. The only obstacle remaining was the zoning board meeting. What started as just an ordinary Tuesday night quickly escalated to chaos and disorder. Flurries of protesters and counter-protesters arrived at city hall and the building became packed not too soon after. No outcome was achieved that night and the zoning board postponed the meeting for another day. Actually, there was one outcome from that night, “Stop the Mosque” groups increased their activity and …show more content…
Muslim women were harassed physically and verbally; some people try tugging on their hijabs and others who are not so extreme stick to name calling. Even us guys who volunteer to hand out fliers in public risk our wellbeings to do so. The worst form of opposition occurred on a Friday morning. We gathered in the morning for the morning prayer, and to our surprise, the outside of the building had been vandalized. Hate speed and vulgarity all over the walls. The atrocity was cleaned as best as possible but the shock among the community remained. Later that day after school I gave the obligatory weekly Friday sermon to the high school Muslims, and soon afterward a news reporter came into speak to us about the incident. News 12 wanted to shine a light on this terrible event and give our community a