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Fear

As I sit in the tube, someone sings next to me in what sounds like arabic. It could not be, but looks like it. Echoing chants in a compenetrated fashion. You can see the surprise in some people's faces when they see someone humming on the train. But as they hear the type of humming, there is a slight cloud of fear that is hard to control. As I look around me I can't help but think many are thinking what he will do next. Reading the lyrics from his phone,that only I can see, as I sit next to him, this image is hard to ignore. The white big male in front of me is markedly checking for movements. I try to focus on my game and leave him in peace. Deep inside, I can't ignore it.
And it is so unfair we feel like this. I focus on T and all the amazing arabs I know. How this could be a love song that he likes or his practicing or enjoys. How this could be his most efficient way to do his morning prayers. How this could not even be arabic for all I know. But what about all the people around me that have never seen anything other than the wars? How can they deal with the fear of his next move.
The status of the world has brought us this. Not some movie scene, but real life scenes where everyone seems to find religion as a good excuse for killings. It is very discomforting.
And by the way, he was just another guy in the tube. He stood up and left in Canada Water. 

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