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There were terrorists on TV, on the Internet, in newspapers and magazines. However, these terrorists were not always simply derided as the mentally-ill maniacs of my mother’s generation. They were religious fundamentalists or Muslim extremists and entered the cultural zeitgeist as such. An entire community was tarred with the same ethnically dark brush.
I was born at the turn of the century, to a Muslim family. By Islamic law, I was born a Muslim. By the time I was four years old, when seemingly half of the world’s armies occupied Afghanistan and Iraq, I had begun to learn about my heritage and religion. Even (or, perhaps, especially) at that young age, my peers often mocked me for my differences. Though I could not have named the sitting president and I did not understand the concept of war, I knew that older kids thought, for some reason, that someone called Osama was my uncle, and if I wore a puffy jacket, they might accuse me of being a suicide