Worlds colliding
The Christchurch mosque shootings brought up anxieties I thought I’d tamed with years of therapy. I immediately thought of my closest relatives and people I grew up around attending Jummah (Friday prayer). I thought back to attending Ponsonby Mosque every day until I got my period. I remembered being seven, pretending to be my own twin sister to the little white girl next door each time she saw me in my mosque outfit (a head scarf and robe) to avoid feeling embarrassed or changing her view of me.
The terrorist attack reminded me that racism is a continuum, that the racist micro-aggressions I experience every day are at one end and violent hatred is
