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So I’m on my way to my cousins house and I’ve just seen an article about the lastest of many acid attacks on South Asians and like many of the other attacks, it had taken place around 10 minutes away from where my cousins live.

And suddenly I want to get out of London as soon as I can, but then I recieve a message from an aunt as at 10pm the night before someone had poured acid on her friend’s “for sale” board outside their house in Leicester.

And honestly, I’m terrified. I’m scared when someone walks too close or when a motorbike drives past. I’m scared when someone stares at my hijab or when I’m walking close to the roadside.

There are people out there who consciously go out there and buy acid with the intent to disfigure or even kill another person and I’ve barely heard a thing about it. And its disgusting.

And I know it doesn’t mean much for people on tumblr to reblog a post… But I haven’t seen a single post and it just feels like people just don’t care if the victims aren’t white or American.

We matter. And I wish people would be willing to care about us like they show outrage for other victims.

Please keep the victims and their families in your thoughts and pray for all the South Asian people who are currently terrified simply because they exist.

by the way! i just want to do a quick test. I’m reaching 1000 followers p soon, which is AWESOME and god thanks to all of you, but I want to gauge how many are actually reading it. so if you could like this post to let me know, or interact in any way with the post, that would be great :)


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