coming home from the city i figured it’d be nice to instead take a half hour walk from a further drop-off. along the way these two high school kids were walking in the front and i just observed their antics - kicking a disposed of bike, littered his slushie and took turns at spitting furthest on the sidewalk - both amused and dismayed. one of them turns sees me nudges his friend and waves frantically at me probably sarcastically. i don’t respond and smirk it off in my head. his friend leaves at a junction and since the lights were red we’re side by side now. the light goes green and we’re walking and he looks uneasy.
i say ‘so who you waving at’. kid was a bit startled but says ‘oh you yeah ure my bestfriend’. he also tries to put his arm on my shoulder to demonstrate our ‘closeness’. i say ‘nah i aint your bestfriend get your arm off me’. kid says ‘oh sorry man why arent we bestfriends’. i say ‘cause i dont know you and kids who spit on the sidewalk suck man’. kid says ‘sorry man’. i say ‘its cool’. we’re still walking down the same route and there’s an uncomfortable silence.
kid breaks the silence puts out his hand ‘im tim and you are’. i shake his hand ‘cool im hans’. kid says ‘yeah how was your day what did you do’. i say ‘just hung out looked at things and walking home i guess’. kid says ‘cool’. i say ‘you go to canning vale huh yeah what year you in’. kid says ‘year 9’. i say ‘oh real yeah my brother goes there same year too’. kid says ‘really whats his name’. i say ‘huzaifah’. kid says ‘yo i know him hes in one of my classes hes cool’. i say ‘(haha) oh yeah whats he like hes probably really quiet huh’. kid says ‘nah hes loud actually and pretty funny’.
kid asks ‘yeah so are you working what do you do’. i just tell him i’m a university kid. kid says ‘oh yeah what do you do’. a double major in economics and finance. kid says it sounds cool but i do a double take and say ‘nah i know you dont think thats cool (haha)’. kid laughs and admits that it does sound like shit so asks why i do it. i say ‘i dunno man some time you probably gotta grow up buckle up to survive but some day ill be doing my own thing’. kid says ‘cool whats that thing you wanna do’. i say ‘i dont know specifically but ill be happy if i have people i love and who love me around me’. i didn’t want to get too specific since if i said ‘an artist’ i could still be unhappy but whatever it is i do as long as im happy that would do it. i ask ‘so hows school any good’. kid says ‘nah everyones lame and too tryhard like this kid’. this kid down my street whizzes down the road on his mini motocross bike. he is pretty tryhard. i say ‘dont worry bout it man three years more and youre here like me but trust me school is the best’.
we keep walking and we reach a roundabout and kid says ‘im turning left man’. i say ‘cool im going straight’. kid says ‘have fun’. i say ‘(haha) doing what’. kid says ‘i dunno whatever it is that youre gonna do’. i say ‘sure thing good luck too’.
(commentary on the events happening in iraq)
why aren’t any of you furious about this?! where’s the “social justice?” isis is murdering people who don’t convert to islam (yes, I know they’re extremists and not all muslims are like that) but I really want to know why this hasn’t been given the attention it deserves.
no doubt this situation is infuriating. of course, because of the inhumanity being perpetrated by isis against the yazidis and also because of the smearing it does unto the name of islam. distinctions are made between these extremists and mainstream islam but i hope that in the future the basic understanding of my religion will progress to a point where it goes further than forming distinctions to mean that one sits on the end of a spectrum and the other sits on a more comfortable point. there shouldn’t be a point in the spectrum by which any person or institution such as isis be able to sit on - where people might say that they’re islamic…but extremist. flatly, they are not islamic as simple as that. so i wish for a day where the name of islam conjures associations of peace and love as opposed to what it is now.