The day the world
ended not a cloud was in sight, the skies were the bluest of blue, and the sun
shone the brightest it has been in a while. It was a beautiful day.
It was unlike
anything we could ever imagine. The realization that sometimes even our worst
nightmares come true is sobering. But this wasn’t quite how I pictured it to
be. In my head when I thought about the world ending, I saw a grim, dystopian
scenario. The kind of apocalypse that movies depict. What I didn’t see was a
day like this – bright, beautiful. The kind of day that makes one hopeful.
The day the world
ended my fears felt validated. That I do not matter because I wasn’t born a
certain way. My skin is the wrong color, I don’t have a dick, and everything
else about my existence isn’t enough to be treated like a person.
The day the world
ended I thought about the people that make up my community. I thought about
celebrating pride, Ramadan, the legalization of gay marriage, the freedom and
right to wear a hijab in public and to live without fear of being yourself. I
thought about the richness that diversity adds to a community and wanted to
cry.
The day the world ended
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