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29 Aida
AidaAidaThis could have just as easily been me, she thinks to herself. The only difference between me and Hanan that made her more of a potential target is her brown skin. I too wear a hijab, I too am a Muslim. If anything, I would be the easier target. I’m an old, feeble woman. She pictures herself hobbling around the streets of Clarkston, and wonders, why not her, but she has already accurately answered her own question.
Her saving grace is her white skin. The assumption, based on her color, is that she is not from the Middle East, or an Asian country with terrorist activity. Hanan’s beautiful brown skin is what made her their victim. Even in America, Aida thinks to herself. Her heart is broken.
Even in America, She tightens the navy blue hijab around her face and neck,
