A Day in the Life of a Muslim Teenager
A Day in the Life of a Muslim Teenager
Wednesday, September 5, 2012 Dear Diary, My name is Walliyah. You don’t know me but soon you will know everything. I am Muslim, 15 years old, and going to Eagle Rock High School. It was my first day today. Everything is so different. The people here in America don’t pray 5 times a day. I tried to but it was hard without being made fun of. During lunch and nutrition I went into the garden to read a little bit of the Qur’an and pray to Allah, but I could feel the stares of other students on my body. They were looking at me as if I were an alien from another planet. I think it was because of my headscarf. I was not able to eat today because it is Ramadan, a month in which I am required to fast during the daylight hours. Seeing other students eat made me feel happy because I am willing to scrafice something for someone that I love. Today in my 5th period, history, we had a test. Right before the test I muttered the Shahadah under my breathe but, I think I said it to loud because I could feel the stares again. It was fairly easy though because the test was on my faith, Islam. P.E was also a hard period. I had to wear leggings and my headscarf under my clothes because of my faith. The other girls looked at me and some even asked why, but all I did was shake my head because I knew that no matter how many times I explain it they will never understand. And I am telling you right now, Diary, running with that many layers on in 100 degree weather is very hard.
Thursday, September 6, 2012 Dear Diary, It was my second day of school today. I think it went a little bit better than yesterday. But, I woke up happy because I found out that tomorrow night I will be flying to Makkah to be a part of Hajj, or the 5th pillar of faith. During Hajj, Muslims from all over the world come to migrate to Makkah and follow the foot steps of Abraham and Muhhamad. I can’t believe I almost forgot to tell you, there are Five Pillars of
Wednesday, September 5, 2012 Dear Diary, My name is Walliyah. You don’t know me but soon you will know everything. I am Muslim, 15 years old, and going to Eagle Rock High School. It was my first day today. Everything is so different. The people here in America don’t pray 5 times a day. I tried to but it was hard without being made fun of. During lunch and nutrition I went into the garden to read a little bit of the Qur’an and pray to Allah, but I could feel the stares of other students on my body. They were looking at me as if I were an alien from another planet. I think it was because of my headscarf. I was not able to eat today because it is Ramadan, a month in which I am required to fast during the daylight hours. Seeing other students eat made me feel happy because I am willing to scrafice something for someone that I love. Today in my 5th period, history, we had a test. Right before the test I muttered the Shahadah under my breathe but, I think I said it to loud because I could feel the stares again. It was fairly easy though because the test was on my faith, Islam. P.E was also a hard period. I had to wear leggings and my headscarf under my clothes because of my faith. The other girls looked at me and some even asked why, but all I did was shake my head because I knew that no matter how many times I explain it they will never understand. And I am telling you right now, Diary, running with that many layers on in 100 degree weather is very hard.
Thursday, September 6, 2012 Dear Diary, It was my second day of school today. I think it went a little bit better than yesterday. But, I woke up happy because I found out that tomorrow night I will be flying to Makkah to be a part of Hajj, or the 5th pillar of faith. During Hajj, Muslims from all over the world come to migrate to Makkah and follow the foot steps of Abraham and Muhhamad. I can’t believe I almost forgot to tell you, there are Five Pillars of