Dear Donald Trump

Dear Mr. Donald Trump,

Do I even address you as Mister? Because the last time I checked, the term “mister” was used for gentleman, and that is one thing I would assume you are not. Now, Donald, as I hope you don’t mind I address you, I’m not here to be angry about your political views or stances. Quite frankly, I couldn’t care because all I do is sit here and pray to God that you will never be the President of this country that I call my home. God, that’s what I came here for. You see, Donald, in my culture, I call him Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful, and he’s still my God. If I am correct, and please correct me if I am wrong, you are Presbyterian, so you do have a God. And if I understand correctly, we all come from Abrahamic religions so don’t we all share a common God?

You see, Donald, I don’t understand what I did wrong or what I did to deserve this, but I do know that your bias against my religion hurts. Because I do know that you are an educated person, you attended Fordham University, the very university that I might attend next year, as I was accepted into their freshman class. Incidentally, it’s a Jesuit university which I can’t believe would really let you graduate with the mindset that you have. You have spoken out against my religion saying that Muslims should be banned from America, that we should carry identification with us to alert others that we are different from others and have our houses of worship monitored for acts of terrorism. Does that make me different from my classmates? Different from other Americans? Because the last time I checked, I shop at the same grocery store, attend ballgames in the same stadiums and ski down the same slopes.

Now Donald, I know you don’t know what it’s like to be part of a religion that is hated and misunderstood, but it hurts. My community of faith does not hate others, and we do not wish to terrorize America or anyone for that matter. From what I was taught as a little girl, Islam is a religion about peace and love like any other religion. We live by five pillars: the pillars of faith, prayer, charity, pilgrimage and fasting. Charity, taught to give our excess to those who need. Donald, I’m sure you can tell me a little bit about excess. What I wish others knew was that Islam is actually kicking butt when it comes to the feminist movement because Muhammad told us to educate our women. Actually the best part is Muhammad married a widow, a rich widow, who helped support him. Now how about that for a woman’s independence? But really Donald, I don’t understand how you could ask to ban all Muslims because when my cousin decides to visit his Dad in Denmark, I’d really rather not worry about whether or not I’ll ever see him again. And really Donald, I’d prefer not to mark myself as Muslims if others – Hindus, Christians and Jews – don’t have to do the same. It’s only fair, isn’t it? And isn’t that what America is all about?
Equity and equality?

The Muslim Next Door

Zarina Wong ’16

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