It gets stupidly hot in Danielsville, Louisiana, especially around summer. This would be fine I guess if we had something to do, to keep our mind off of the heat but there isn’t anything to do. Danielsville, Louisiana has three churches (Pentecostal), twice as many bars, one high school and no books stores or libraries. This means you’re either too drunk to read, or too Christian to read anything good. Big enough to have a mayor’s house, but not big enough to be on any map of any kind, it’s the kind of town where everyone knows your name and basically everything about you. Danielsville is the kind of town that if there was a wedding, there’d be no point in not inviting someone, because they’d probably end up being someone’s plus one anyway.
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Only her eyes peeked out from it. She rarely spoke, and when she did, her voice was calm, and quiet compared to the rest of us. For an entire month she didn’t eat, and when we asked her why, she respond with ‘it is the month of Ramadhan, I’m getting closer to god.’ This confused everyone because she didn’t go to church.
Chano was a Muslim and she believed in the Islamic religion. This was different and unique, and for five minutes, Chano was the most popular person in Danielsville, Louisiana.
Stephanie hated her.
She said that since Chano didn’t go to church that she was going to hell, and anyone associated to her was too. During Chano’s little month of starvation, Stephanie dangled food in front of her nose, telling her to eat it. When she talked about Chano, she called her a filthy pig.
Suddenly Chano was alienated. You didn’t talk to Chano if you wanted to be included. Thank god no one tried to be her friend or Stephanie would’ve killed them.
Chano was officially uninvited.
The party we went too was at James Houles house. It was a good party, when the event happened it was in full …show more content…
It was for everything, it was for everyone. It was every cruel thing that had ever been said to her, or about her. We’d all stopped trying to be her friend because one person felt threatened by her popularity. It was like I was seeing with new eyes. It’d all been one big mistake.
I hadn’t even felt myself turn around, but suddenly I was in front of the shed, and I could hear Chano banging on the inside of the shed.
I struggled to open the door. Dammit why the hell is this so hard? After about twenty minutes, I heard Chano begin to cry.
Oh my god, I feel horrible.
Finally with a final yank, the shed door came free, and opened to a crying Chano on the floor. I knelt beside her.
“Chano I know it’s too late but I’m sorry. For everything. It just a stupid dare, I shouldn’t have done it. I understand if you don’t forgive Me.” my apologetic eyes met hers.
“What you know about Muslims, Emma?” she said giving me quizzical look.
“Not much.” I answered.
“True Muslims are calm and leave matters to God so whatever you tell a Muslim if he doesn’t like it he will say, ‘my God lighten my heart and show me the way’. That is the mentality of a true Muslim. It’s never too late to fix a mistake. ” She put her hands on my shoulder. “Of course I forgive you.”
I smiled at her. I hadn’t even known Muslims believed in
Only her eyes peeked out from it. She rarely spoke, and when she did, her voice was calm, and quiet compared to the rest of us. For an entire month she didn’t eat, and when we asked her why, she respond with ‘it is the month of Ramadhan, I’m getting closer to god.’ This confused everyone because she didn’t go to church.
Chano was a Muslim and she believed in the Islamic religion. This was different and unique, and for five minutes, Chano was the most popular person in Danielsville, Louisiana.
Stephanie hated her.
She said that since Chano didn’t go to church that she was going to hell, and anyone associated to her was too. During Chano’s little month of starvation, Stephanie dangled food in front of her nose, telling her to eat it. When she talked about Chano, she called her a filthy pig.
Suddenly Chano was alienated. You didn’t talk to Chano if you wanted to be included. Thank god no one tried to be her friend or Stephanie would’ve killed them.
Chano was officially uninvited.
The party we went too was at James Houles house. It was a good party, when the event happened it was in full …show more content…
It was for everything, it was for everyone. It was every cruel thing that had ever been said to her, or about her. We’d all stopped trying to be her friend because one person felt threatened by her popularity. It was like I was seeing with new eyes. It’d all been one big mistake.
I hadn’t even felt myself turn around, but suddenly I was in front of the shed, and I could hear Chano banging on the inside of the shed.
I struggled to open the door. Dammit why the hell is this so hard? After about twenty minutes, I heard Chano begin to cry.
Oh my god, I feel horrible.
Finally with a final yank, the shed door came free, and opened to a crying Chano on the floor. I knelt beside her.
“Chano I know it’s too late but I’m sorry. For everything. It just a stupid dare, I shouldn’t have done it. I understand if you don’t forgive Me.” my apologetic eyes met hers.
“What you know about Muslims, Emma?” she said giving me quizzical look.
“Not much.” I answered.
“True Muslims are calm and leave matters to God so whatever you tell a Muslim if he doesn’t like it he will say, ‘my God lighten my heart and show me the way’. That is the mentality of a true Muslim. It’s never too late to fix a mistake. ” She put her hands on my shoulder. “Of course I forgive you.”
I smiled at her. I hadn’t even known Muslims believed in