Tell Your Father I'm a Muslim
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The sun is no longer in its place. A cloud-covered grey sky hung over New York City, which was once a commercial trading post by the Dutch in 1624. Clouds are getting darker, almost covering the entire area that only receives sunlight on average 234 days each year. New York is a subtropical climate city with humid summers and comfortable winters. And that evening, New York City will take a big shower, skyscrapers will be drenched in rain drops.
Inside a large hospital building, squeezed by tall buildings in the heart of the city, a seventeen-year-old boy, was, lying weak while looking at the dark sky and the torrent of rain out the window. At his side sat a middle-aged man in his forties, his adoptive father, Rushel Marthin,
a priest who devotes himself to a church in the city. He spent all day caring for his favorite adopted son, David.
As lightning struck out there, the blue-eyed, blond-haired teenager immediately turned her eyes to the face of her foster father in fear. Since childhood David was very afraid of the sound of lightning. It was his adoptive father who always looked after and calmed him in every way his fears arose. The priest had been babysitting David since he was a child, since he was dumped by an irresponsible man in front of the church nearly seventeen years ago. Rushel found her in front of the church early in the morning, took care of her and took care of her until she was as a teenager as she is today.
"Dad, when can I go home? I'm not at home here anymore. My friends in class need me. There's a lot of things I have to
do it for my friends at school" David asked weakly of his adoptive father.
Rushel looked at him with pity and stroked David's forehead. "Please my son, the doctor says you can't go home yet."
David broke himself. He again saw the swift rain that soaked the tall buildings out there.
Soon, Jardon, his classmate, came to visit him with one of the girls named Anggel. Rushel went straight out while smiling at Jardon and Anggel when he found out they were coming in. He allows David's two schoolmates to meet his son without him.
”How are you doing, Dave?” jardon, a black boy, was worried. Meanwhile, Anggel was just silently standing beside Jardon.
”I’m much better, I guess. Thanks for your coming, guys. (I think I'm better. Thank you for coming yes, friends)” Seulas smile emanated from the hue of David's face.
Jardon and Anggel looked at each other. They seem to be keeping something they want to tell David about the latest news at school.
"In class there's a new student, Dave. Today the classmates did not attend school, including me and Anggel. Nico said that she is a terrorist (Nico said she was ******). My friends are scared of school. They're worried that our school will be bombed." Jardon said full of annoyance, while Anggel just kept quiet and showed the same face as Jardon.
”A terrorist?” David was surprised to not believe it.
"Yes, Dave. All the children in the class wanted to demand that the Headmaster take the child out. You know what? She always wears a long dress and a big veil, kinda awward outfit. Yuck! (You know what? He often wore long clothes and a big veil, a very strange costume. Yuck!)" Tukas Anggel assured.
"I should be back to school soon, then (Then I should go back to school immediately). I don't want our school tainted by a man
*******, but the doctor said I can't go home yet," David said sadly. As class president, he feels he is the most instrumental person if his class gets into trouble, let alone this about terrorism.
”You don’t need to be worried! I’ll take care of it when you’re not there. I’m your best vice, remember?! (You don't have to worry! I am the
"Thank you Jardon, act fast, otherwise our school could be as ravaged as the White House!" Pinta David is full of passion.
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Ever since learning of the news, David was restless. He wanted to get well soon and go to school so he could see the Muslim women he considered
******* by those school friends. He wanted to help Jardon immediately to expel the hooded woman from her school.
Since the 9/11 bombing in the white house, all Americans have blacklisted Muslims, not least David, he considers all Muslims to be *******.
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In the classroom, Maryam sat alone on the front bench. He was confused as to why all the students in the class had not entered. She has just moved in with her family in New York City. At first Maryam did not want to move, but she had no other choice, his father, who was elected United Arab Emirates Ambassador to New York City, had to bring his wife and only child to the city. Still busy with embassy affairs, he was forced to admit Maryam to a school where the majority of the students were non-Muslims.
A female teacher suddenly appeared. He was a little surprised when he saw only one student in his class. Maryam.
”Good morning Maryam. Are you ready for today? (Good morning, Maryam. Are you ready to learn today?)” greet Bu Violen who already knows her name.
Maryam was proud to see her teacher memorized her name.
”Good Morning, Mom. Why aren't my friends in this class here?" ask Maryam who is still not so perfect English. Logic
the Arabic language is still thick so that it affects its English speech. Actually, from a small Maryam has been consecrated English by her father so that she is not so difficult in the language, just the logic that sometimes sounds not quite right.
"Mom don't quite understand yet, but according to the rumors that I know from their conversation, they think you're an *******, though I have explained at length that you are the son of an ambassador from the United Arab Emirates. But don't worry, they'll take care of me. Even if you are the only one present in this class, the teaching and learning activities should still take place" Ms. Violen said with a smile explaining to Maryam. The black-haired and curly-haired teacher looked very wise.
Maryam was a little sad, but she turned into a spirit when Miss Violen seemed so enthusiastic about teaching her that morning.
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