A white van – is that all it takes to question the moral compass of society and our very own self-worth?

Don’t make me feel like scum, don’t make me feel like dirt.

Your hatred flares out like flaming embers searing my heart. You have succeeded to put fear and anxiety within the deep recesses of my being, scared for my life, scared for my mind. 
When I cross the road, am I crossing a war zone? – will I get to the other side alive and in one piece? When I see white – it’s not peace I see, but rather white rage speeding towards me. Your nondescript white van makes my heart skip a beat, a prayer escapes my lips as beseech my Lord. The Lord of my faith , the very faith in which you hate me for. 
I feel like a criminal. I feel like a victim. Criminal for believing in my faith. My human right. Victim for believing in my faith. My God given right. 
I am trying to find my feet in a society that looks at me through a cracked magnifying glass. You have fragmented me, broken me into pieces of what I am not. Your convoluted judgement of who I am, is creating a society of polar perspectives and opaque mistrust.
I am a Muslim. I am a Citizen. I am a Human. I am Me. I see MY society as united, as one.
Don’t make me feel like scum, like a piece of dirt beneath your imperialist feet.

You have succeeded in putting fear in my heart – but there is still firm faith in my soul. THIS you will not take away from me.