“I have a booking, for two tonight under the name Delilah”
“Let me see, we aint got no Arab Delilah’s here, you see we only let Australians in this restaurant now get out” as he says this I feel his fowl breath against my face, we are quickly kicked out of the restaurant. My mother is furious, she is screaming at the top of her lungs outside.
“God damn racists, I’m so sick of them”
I relax my mother and all of a sudden sirens fill the air police cars are everywhere and people are flooding the streets. I now know why I saw all of those police cars, there they were hundreds of people rioting against Muslim’s not being allowed in Australia, they’re holding signs claiming they’re should be halal, no burqas but spelt incorrectly as burkas, no child brides, and no subjugation of any women. I tell my mother we should leave but, knowing her she doesn’t she gets furious and frail old her runs in to the centre of the riot and I was too late to grab her. She is getting attacked police try to stop it, they can’t I collapse. I awake in a hospital bed, I’m told that I suffered from an anxiety attack and became