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My nerves started to expand as the chanting grew bigger, repeating the same phrase – “Prove it!”

The very moment I felt like gathering all my power within me along with the frame of mind to bust out to beat them all up, if I had enough courage- courage within myself, courage of support from someone else- someone else like my friends. Unfortunately, I had no friends- at least no friends who had enough guts to pluck out a strike on the whole bunch of that crowd howling at me- howling at me to wear a headscarf in school.

They say it was an ancient theory to believe in religions and gods and etc… but I don’t consider that. I think if there is a God then he’s out there somewhere judging our lives, throughout the life of our planet earth.

“God wasn’t only present in the past, he still is and always will be- after all he is THE GOD!” I attempted to clarify it to them but they were not satisfied enough.

Suddenly, the chanting converted into a swift laughter. As rapid laugh grins carried on, the head of the outrageous gang, Steven stepped forward still gurgle with laughter.

“Like we all said it was only an ancient theory- ancient theory as in old thoughts or guesses- it was only an idea or a belief, a vision of superstitions- a false notion… any other words you want me to explain you in?” He waffled on unnecessarily, keeping the smirk on his look. ” Oh sorry by the way I can only speak in English, and a little bit German and French, but I’m not interested in learning a third world’s language!”

He continued to sneer at me with a ghastly wicked glance, telling that he was one the major devils victim, as if that devil was to demanding challenge to me to become sinful.

I watched Steven’s army doubled in number along with the expansion of amusement, and for my support the number was nil- zero, feeling extra sorry for myself. I could witness that no one even had any mercy on me- or any sympathy to understand me, or even just say ‘I understand what you mean!’ … But NO, they were not satisfied.

I tried to take mind of them to create some sort of happy thought in my mindset to fly myself into a completely opposite world that full of peace. Until, as a run of the mill Steven’s best friend- Andrew, (the second nastiest in the gang), of course he would have had some type guff to utter.

” Hey guys have you realized how much Semara’s has altered the subject from her being bald and only wearing a headscarf to cover it up?” Andrew revealed his words to remind everyone to laugh at me even louder. ” So Semara aren’t you gonna prove it us that you are not bald and you are not hairless on your head then?”

” Yeah Semara- PROVE IT!” the whole bunch of bullies hollered once again.

I had tried hard- hard not to do any sin- sin like ending up slapping one of them, or go completely the opposite direct and cry, shattering into tears- to make a bigger fool of myself. It was almost as if I had frozen my heart to go the either way- either for my heart to get too strong to drive me into an aggressive behaviour, or for my heart to get far too weak that I would shed tears.

But they kept urging me to do something extraordinarily wrong. Something wicked. Something I had never even imagined of during my whole life. After all, in a way they were insulting my religion, and insulting me- repeating the same message saying- the women who wear headscarves are bald and they do it hide there bad look. It was almost impossible to stand it even longer. I had to come with something fast but constantly failed to manage to say anything to finish the pointless argument, which could end in peace.

My mind was going all gloomy, thinking of dull out comes but disclose without thinking fully in a slight whisper- ” We live in a community full of individual rights if some women want to wear a headscarf as a religious obligations… doesn’t mean they are bald!”

“Ah! Not the religion thing again, wake up Semara we are in the 21st century… and isn’t it a bit obvious that you are bald and that you’ve been covering your head the very first day at this school and no one has ever seen even a slight sight of your hair, beside now you are making things to hide it for your school mates!” Andrew announced his little speech to persuade everyone to hate me even more. “I think we are all wasting our time this lunchtime entertainment is getting boring- we should gang up and pull her scarf off.”

In flash off a second I instantly shouted- “NO, ok so what if I am bald? What are you going to do about it?”

Silent, the whole crowd went silent within that moment. Even I was socked I said that though it was a lie; beside I knew this silence had a purpose hidden within it. They all started to stare at me giving me horrifying looks, then all of a sudden burst into the biggest laughter of amusement and hilarity ever.

I dashed my way around the corner and into the girls’ toilets hoping they wouldn’t be following me. I could hear the slight roaring chants continuing- saying ‘scary cat’ and the laughter… well anything mean to them is always amusing. I tried to comfort myself but all that tipped from my tinkling eyes were tears illustrating the faces of the bullies.

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