New York is a vibrant cultural melting pot, where one can
find any person of any walk of life, assuming they’re willing to ride to
Queens. Or spend time in Times Square,
enduring the horrendous collective of street performers who do insane things.
You’re one of these street performers, a young Muslim man
from the Mawlaw’iyya order of Sufis who expresses his remembrance of god by
spinning in circles and chanting. You
dress in period accurate garb, which those unfamiliar with your religion
consider grossly inappropriate, and keep a small upturned bowler hat in front
of you as you pray, which you gently encourage tourists to throw money
into. Each time a coin or a bill finds
its way into the hat you nod at the generous party and thank them in a
cartoonishly inaccurate accent (you actually grew up in London).
Today you’re going to be having a particularly good day
before a tourist accosts a police officer, informing the officer in question
that they heard you say the word “bomb.”
Since it’s New York, and you’re brown, the officer will immediately
believe her, and proceed to mace you.
You’ll lay on the ground, crying out in pain for hours. When you finally recover a wide ring will
have formed around you and the officer, holding your hat filled with money,
will place a five dollar bill in the hat before handing it to you without a
word.
Just another day as a Muslim in New York!
Congratulations Whirling Dervish!
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