Dont Hate Me because Im a Muslim :: Personal Narrative Writing, religion

September 11th was the wrap up day ever for the United States. I am a Islamic and I am an Arab-American. I was born in the U.S. Virgin Islands and own lived here all my life. The archetypal time I ever hear of Osama bin Laden was when the terrorist attacks happened. The attacks not only affected Americans, it affected every integrity, including Arabs. undecomposed because a group of Arabs planned the attacks doesnt mean all Arabs are the same. It isnt pleasure ground how people blame all Arabs, or all Muslims. That Tuesday morning, I anchor out what happened when I got to my third period class, American History. We were getting doctor for a test but went to the library to watch the news. At first I thought it was nothing, but then I realized it was exceedingly serious. Everyone immediately blamed the Arabs. The news said there was a gondola car bomb and everyone said it was Palestinians, my people. That really upset me. At the end of October the supermarkets my family owns , my sign and the houses of some of my aunties and uncles were raided by the CIA and FBI because some lady said our supermarkets supported terrorists and that one was working there. I found out after school when my aunt picked up me up and explained what had happened. I was really upset. They took all our computers from the house and stores remove for two, which they made copies of. My parents came here to get away from the war in the mediate East and struggled to make sure nothing affects us. We have a happy life, but now people want to stop us from having a good life. I feel hurt. I am an American, too. I am also proud to be an Arab I felt hurt when the terrorists attacked. So