I tell myself I’m fine, that it’s all okay.
Yet I grieve.
I’m normally one to look the other way;
to categorize these events as tragic,
store them away where they will not affect me,
But this time, I can’t.
Seeing the Chapel Hill shooting flood my social media, constantly ready to hear what new “update” has been made.
Realizing that only a handful of those on your feed seem to care,
at least enough to share a story,
Knowing that this story will likely not go big.
Because it isn’t what people want to read.
because Yusor, Razan, and Deah are a hundred times the person I am –
a hundred times the person I aspire to be.
I am hurt knowing that someone could hate so much that they kill their next door neighbor.
Their next door neighbor.
I am disturbed realizing that the victim could be anyone I know.
That the victim could be me.
For my religion.
For my identity.
#JusticeForMuslims: for the right for all to believe what they believe; for Muslim Americans to be embraced as both; for us all to continue the legacy that Razan, Deah, and Yusor have begun.
May they rest in peace.