No matter what will happen around me, I have to continue playing.
It’s hard to believe they would look for us here, but nowadays they seem to be everywhere. Times have changed, we are not safe anymore; they are hunting us like animals.
They march in at night in their uniforms and arrest people left and right. I have heard stories about transports and camps, but that can’t be true.
I need to stay calm, surely, they will search the guests, not the musicians – I should be alright. I just need to stay calm.
I wish they would leave us Muslims alone.
(Word Count: 101)
I apologize for the grim outlook in my post; I can’t help feeling this way right now. I fear for this nation. Hate has ruled many times before and it was never good. I wrote this in honor of my Grandpa, whom I never met.
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