July 31, 2009, my 16th birthday. My sister and Ami completely threw me off guard when we pulled up into Sweet Tomatoes. All my friends jumped out behind a bush and screamed SURPRISE! I was speechless; I hadn't expected this at all.
After we finished eating, we decided to go wait in Heba's car because of all the looks we were getting from all the other people eating in the restaurant. I didn’t know why people we glancing at us because we were a group of hyper rowdy young teens, or that we were a group of young desi Muslims teens, but we knew better.
Once we got outside and got into Heba's car, that is all of us that could fit in her car, Heba turned on the radio and Love story came on and blasted through the stereo. None of us could resist, we all started singing along to the new single, and not all that well I might add, jumping around, dancing, all in all just making fools our of ourselves.
All the while Sara kept glaring at us with her usual "I don’t know why I’m friends with you people" face. She said we were acting like a bunch of Hispanic people and we should stop and just sit down cause we were making a lot of noise and making a racket.
Stereotypes are used daily, and not all of them are very kind. We were being judged because we were a group of desi adolescents. It was as if they were expecting us to pull out our guns or bomb the whole place. Or maybe because we were in a parking lot listening to loud music that we became Hispanics lounging about. Stereotypes often lead to people having misconceptions about others, and this sometimes created tensions between different races and religions.
Bubbles
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