“oh? you have kids?” “No” i reply. “…rabbits?” “No,” again I reply. you look closer. inside is a roomba. ‘its almost time to feed him!’ i say. your eyes ask a handful of questions, but you remain silent. i sprinkle a handful of dirt in the enclosure.
[a tweet from farwz (@farwzz) that reads: not all Muslims/refugees will be doctors and scientists. some of us are dropouts, drive taxis, work at corner stores. we still deserve life.]