Tuesday, February 22, 2011

My Name is Khan


              When the first plane hit, everyone was surprised. No one knew what was happening, some thought it was a mistake, and others thought it was an act of war. 9/11 is one of the most memorable days of American history. When the second planes some camera hadn’t seen the plane so they had thought it was an explosion from the first plane. The other camera’s had saw the second plane come flying down into the second building. Many people died that day. Nearly three- thousand people had died. Many innocent people died in an act of war.
                At first we as American’s blamed the Muslims and people from Iraq or Afghanistan. Once we were sure it was not them, we turned to Al Qaeda. Now Al Qaeda is one of America’s most hated countries. But what if it wasn’t an act of war? What if it were an act of reasoning? The government does not listen to reason but instead kill or destroy anything or anyone we do not like. Thousands of Mexicans attempt to cross the U.S. Mexico border to find freedom, to find salvation. But many of those thousands are refused their happiness.
                There is a new law where if a Mexican wants to become an American citizen, that person would have to join the U.S. military. So to enjoy their happiness in America they must join what they are trying to get away from? This does not seem the American way. Our forefathers had promised that this land would be a free land, a land where you could learn your religion freely. Where you would not be judged on the color of your skin, nor where you are from. And yet so many Americans are so racist that they only see evil in the average Muslim.
                When a young Muslim male comes to America he has a small happy life in Brooklyn, New York. Only after a short time is Rizwan Kahn marries an Indian named Mandira Kahn. They have a happy home in Los Angeles, California. Rizwan and his wife and her son Sameer (Sam), and joined by their neighbors who are Americans. This of course being before 9/11 had happened, they were all happy Sameer was doing fine in school he had befriended his neighbors son and then tragedy happened. No not the 9/11 attack. Rizwam’s neighbor’s husband was to join the war in Afghanistan, where shortly after he died.
                Outraged Sam and his friend began to drift away. Sam wanted to make things work out but Mark saw otherwise. Mark wanted Sameer to leave him alone and not talk to him but only a few months later Sameer couldn’t stand Mark being so frustrated with him. Sameer and Mark were on their way to soccer when Sameer caught up with Mark, Mark began yell. High school students also asked Sameer to leave Mark alone but Sameer only made things worse. When Sameer offended one of the high school students he kicked a soccer ball at Sameer. The impact of the ball had killed Sameer.
                Mandira had blamed her son’s death on their name being Khan. Rizwan didn’t want his beloved wife to be mad at him so he asked her what she wanted him to do to make her happy. She told him that he couldn’t come back to her until he met the president of the United States of American and told him; “My name is Khan. And I am not a terrorist.”
                To this day many people are still judged by what had happened on 9/11. Some people are told to leave, others have their belongings broken or stolen. Many Muslim people died because of what happened that faithful day. Many innocent Muslims. War does not change. All wars end with an act of death or some sort of symbol of death. The war against Al Qaeda, that war won’t end until either all American’s can forget and forgive or until all Muslims are dead.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Beautiful Death

Blood slowly drips on the floor. The wound slowly gets larger as the knife goes further into my chest. Judging by the look upon her face she was not that pleased on what she was doing. Slowly more and more tears fill her face as she continues to push the blade through my chest out my back. I could not blame her for being upset, but I knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing that she had killed a man. She yells in pain which I couldn't fully understand. I was the one she was killing and yet I was incredibly quite. The ropes that hoisted me to the chair were now not as strong, allowing me to move my hands. With both hands I grab the knife by the blade as is continues to sink threw. My hands drip blood as now I begin to try. The thunder booms louder than before. The storm must be drawing closer. Now blood also drips from my hands as I slowly grab her hair and begin to pull. Handfuls of hair now fall to the ground as I try to grab more. She bleed from her head, from where her hair was pulled, the knife goes further into my chest. Nearly piercing my lung, I grab her wrists and try to pull them back, I tighten my grip around her wrists and begin to pull the blade out from my body. Her heals glide across the floor as another thunder booms. This one much, much closer. I begin to release my grip from her arms. She continues to push the blade threw me. I begin to except death. In only a few moments I feel as sting entering my back as the smell of blood fills the room. I watch myself fall to the ground with the knife going straight threw my body. I notice the sun coming out from the storm clouds as it begins to rain. Was this the end of me? No. I see the front door go flying in. Police shoot the woman on site. She falls to the ground. Her spirit and mine now grab each others hand and slowly float off to heaven. The sun shines upon our faces and the rain falls like blood from my stab or her bullet wounds. She looks at me, as I turn to her. She kindly smiles at me and glances up. I smile back, but she hadn't seen. I also glance up as our spirits go faster, on their way to heaven with the sun shining on our faces and the rail falling in such a dramatic way. This truly was a beautiful death.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Still Waiting Again

It is in human nature to over exaggerated movies, as you may have read in "Still Waiting" You found that the movie Twilight... well just plane out sucked. Now I understand that I was supposed to wait until I had received 10 comments but people have not been posting anything on my blog, they have been viewing it but not posting any comments. Once again I stand in a line, I got in the line around 12:30, it is now 1:15. Only a forty-five minute wait right? WRONG! I got in this line around 12:30 three days ago! Why is it that when ever I get into a line it takes for ever! It's like that movie "Office Space". When ever the guy gets into car lane, the one he was just in starts moving. Then he would go back into that lane and the other one would start moving. Anyway this movie better be better than Twilight. If it's not I will never again let my mom tell me what movies to go to. I had brought my own popped popcorn so I wouldn't have to buy my own, but after three days you get hungry and the only thing I had on me was the popcorn. To be honest I ate the popcorn on the way to the movie theater. I got hungry don't be a hater! Anyway, no there were not any pregnant women who just gave their children away, no there weren't any crazy hobos. (But Brad you didn't mention any crazy hobos in "Still Waiting") Yes I did, didn't you read the part that mentioned George Bush? AHA I kid the ex-president... wait no I don't. Ah, finally movie time! Luckily I had brought money so I could afford food and drinks. In front of me was a tall black man (Not be racist) but this man was very angry. He was with what seemed to be a child but I'm not going to get in any further information about that. Any way the man in front of me was very upset. Not crying upset but angry upset. I would assume that he had also saw Twilight but I don't know. I was too afraid to ask. Wow. Once again another movie down the drain, who's idea was it to make a movie about "The Last Exorcism". Spoiler alert! Who would make it where at the end of the movie the little girls dreams come true but also all of those fake church people die by the gingers killing them all. (Still no racism). But any way you now the rules, leave at least five comments and I'll make another "Thumbs Down" Movie review. And this is for all of those "Where's Waldo" fans. I am yet to see a real Where's Waldo. Sure I could check out the World Record book but I want to met one instead. That would be exciting in my own opinion.