I vividly recall the eerie stillness that enveloped us in the weeks following 9/11. The nation was gripped by shock and grief, grappling with the enormity of our loss. While the tragedy affected all Americans, as a Muslim-American, I faced an additional consequence that would evolve into something far more profound.
That fateful morning marked a turning point. Suddenly, a veil of distrust and animosity seemed to cloak everything around me—fear and hatred now lingered in the air. For the first time in my 31 years, I found myself on the receiving end of hostile glances, judged for my appearance, skin color, and the unwarranted association with those responsible for the tragedy. I was at a loss for how to cope. Like my fellow Americans mourning the events of 9/11, I felt a mix of anger, confusion, and hopelessness. It took time for the sting of those feelings to dull, allowing my life to return to some semblance of normalcy.
Fast forward to today: the election season has been an emotional rollercoaster—a journey from hope, as I passionately supported my candidate, to the disillusionment of watching them fall short of the nomination. I’ve been overwhelmed by the resurgence of overt negativity, racism, and bigotry that I thought were relics of the past, revealing the ugly side of sexism that still exists in our society.
As a single mother, a progressive Muslim, and a minority, I write this knowing that within hours, I will have to confront the fate of my children and myself. The outcome of this election could lead us down two drastically different paths. Since the onset of this tumultuous campaign, I’ve felt the tremors of tension with each derogatory comment from the Trump camp. I’ve sent my kids off to school with a heavy heart, worrying about the environment they might encounter, fearing they could face the very racism I’ve worked tirelessly to shield them from. My business has also been affected, as I rely on maintaining a steady clientele. Most painfully, I’ve watched the deterioration of dialogue among my social media connections; once blurred lines have become starkly defined.
Soon, like countless others who feel unheard and marginalized, I will learn the fate of my family and those who share my background. I’ve never felt so anxious about our collective future. This is why I stand with Hillary Clinton—she represents the best hope for my family, our future, and the well-being of all of us.
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In summary, the aftermath of 9/11 reshaped my experience as a Muslim-American, and this election cycle has intensified my concerns for the future of my family. As I navigate these challenges, I find solace in the hope that my choice in leadership will foster a more inclusive society.