What do you mean I shouldn’t be allowed back in the US, Mr Trump? It is my home!


I grew up in one of the best towns in America – Moorestown, New Jersey

 Surrounded by a loving, protective family and an amazing community, I attended the best schools, made lifelong friends and married the love of my life

My parents moved to this country carrying what every single American parent carries, the hope for an amazing future for their kids filled with countless, unimaginable opportunities

Thanks to this country and my diligent parents, I always got way more than I ever needed

 Thanks to my Christian and Jewish neighbours, I was taught tolerance, aiming high and smiling every day

 Thanks to my high school classmates, I was accepted and encouraged to wear my identity on my sleeve

 Thanks to my best friends, I wasn’t judged by my crazy family dynamics or the smell of fried onions coming from my backpack

I have never faced discrimination or felt afraid walking alone in the darkest hours of sundown

I have never faced workplace bigotry nor have I ever worried about getting out of my comfort zone

This country has completed my identity; given me the confidence to walk with my head held high, inspired me to continue looking forward

 But at 26, I feel afraid for the first time in my life, and I mean truly scared because I am now a mother

It’s bad enough having to be burdened with the task of raising strong and independent girls in a world that still dances to the men’s rhapsody

 To top it off, crazy masked so-called Muslims have raped an essential part of my identity

 But I don’t blame them completely, Mr Trump

 You see, they belong to third world nations and ideologies – they are not taught the values that you and I have been gifted

 I do not blame them because violence and turmoil is all they’ve ever seen

 Let me put it in simple terms for you: These peanuts don’t know better! However, you know better, Donny

These b******* are not the real threat to our beautiful nation

 It is men like YOU Mr Trump who are making life hard for our children

 What did they ever do to you? What did I do to you that I am being forced to have this conversation with my four-year-old? Mr Trump, what do you mean I’m not allowed back in the country? What do you mean I can’t go back to my childhood home? What do you mean that I can’t visit my best friend? What do you mean that I can’t take my daughter to her favourite park? With each visit back home, I am more frightened than ever

 With each visit back home, I slide my scarf back another inch

With each visit back home, I feel like the people I grew up with might just turn against me

(It doesn’t help that I’m coming from Pakistan)

I feel bad for you Mr Trump

 For the legacy you are leaving behind

You have disgraced America

 She made you who you are today and this is how you thank her? You are forcing this nation to bleed tears as you wreak havoc

 You could be using your money to do so much good, yet you have chosen the road less taken

 What is it you want, Mr Trump? Because I know what I want, I want you to leave us in peace

No one is forcing you to like us, but there is no pressure for you to make our lives hell either

Seriously, no pressure, dude! Sincerely, A confused mama



Date:14-Dec-2015 Reference:View Original Link