Situation: two strange men, talking inside the Washroom while doing their “business”.

First stranger: O thy goatish ill-breeding bladder!!
Second stranger: you talking to me? Well, I’m the only one here. Excuse me while I whip this out.
First stranger: Thou have infectious, ill-natured balder?
Second stranger: No, I’m all man. I even fought in WW2. Of course, I was wearing women’s undergarments under my uniform.
First stranger: O! You bootless half-faced bum bailey
Second stranger: Funny like I’m clown? I amuse you?
First Stranger: No! But why are’t thou droning like dizzy-eyed hugger-mugger?
Second Stranger: Son, you got a panty on your head
First stranger: Thou look all villainous, motley minded and miscreant.(he exists)
Second Stranger: Get outta here and don’t come back for five to seven days!

The unspoken fantasy

It was a time of happiness, it was a time of sadness, it was a time for the fulfillment of dreams, but more so ever it was a time to say goodbye. Soon Suzan is going to live her dream. She is finally saying bye to Delanco town and going abroad for further studies to University of Fantasia. Today was her last day in Delanco and almost everyone in her family was there to say bye to her, except this one person who was the most important. He was the first one Suzan wanted to see before she leaves Delanco town. His name was Sam. He was the love of her life. She knew that he would come for sure, but will be late as usual. After saying bye to everyone else Suzan kept staring behind the gate thinking she might be able to see him coming, but there were no signs of Sam. She finally sat in the car and hiding the drops of tears in her eyes, looked at her house for the lat time and felt her heart which was beating faster than the dial of second on a clock. She was feeling awfully nervous. She had no idea that leaving Delanco and Sam would be that hard. While she was thinking all this a bouquet of red roses appeared in front of her eyes, in a split second Sam was standing right beside her. She couldn’t control herself. She impatiently got out of the car and grasped him and couldn’t stop her emotions anymore. The thinking of hugging him for the last time wouldn’t stop her tears, but then as soon as she realized that everyone one else might be looking at them, she let go of him unwillingly. She was all right now. All her tensions and nervousness were gone. She gave him a bashful look and their eyes met each other for a second and they felt as if they both understood what they were saying. After that she felt as if there is nothing else to be said, thinking that she sat in the car and the car started moving. Now she felt as if she was on top of the world. She gazed out of the window for the last time to have the last glance of her very first fantasy.

Muzie from Londonistan
In 1945 Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb was one of the few Muzzie’s in Londonistan. People were always terrified of him because he had an extra ordinary long beard, which went down all the way to his tummy and he also wore the “Men Dresses” from Iraq. He was a perfect godbag. Because he was new to Londonistan and came from an extremely different cultural background, he was having a hard time to “fit-in”. Alienated from the rest of the society poor Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb had no friends. None of the men in his neighborhood would talk to him and he was too shy to talk to women and was therefore considered a chichi man. Every time a woman tried to get in contact with him, he ran away like kids run in a tot lot. This unfortunate Iraqi Muzie was in fact an MBA graduate from his country and came to Londonistan to earn big money so he can support his enormous family back home. Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb tried his best to get a job in Londonistan, but the belly buttons of Londonistan never gave him a break. They were all racist to him. His job interviews would be over before even he said a word. They had all decided that he was a dibby dibby good for nothing Muzie. Everyone! Every single person in his neighborhood despised him and gave him bad stares when ever he passed by. Even the street kids made fun of Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb and attacked him with water guns on his bazooty when ever he walked by them. One day he was sitting in his room, extremely exasperated and annoyed by the behavior of everyone and thought to himself “no matther wath happens I wuth noth cry…..menz donth cry!!!” While saying this made sort of like a boo-boo face and burst out crying and continuously cried for about an hour. Finally!! He decided to nut up and said “I wuth noth sthy ear anymore….If de people of Londonistan dhu noth respekt me I wuth go back thu Iraq…ryth now!!!” and sadly Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb left Londonistan forever and never ever came back.

Abdullahi-qaum-ul-maqeeb was not the only new immigrant who was victimized by racism. Racism has disturbed, doomed, and destroyed many lives. Our one single comment can sometimes turn someone to a gone pecan. Therefore, we should always keep our trap shut before passing a spooty racist comment to anybody.