A Walk Into The Gardens Of My Mind

If there is ever a woman I talk so highly about and with so much love, it is my nan (my maternal grandmother). Amazing, hilarious, courageous, stoic and with a heart of gold, my nan is the life and joy of those who know her.                                                             My nan and me Before she migrated to England, she lived a life of hardship and lack of opportunities, as was the case for many first-generation Bengali migrants. My nan was the first wife of my grandfather, but she got married again and now she is a widow, and has been for a long time. I won't get into my the make up of my mum's side of the family, because it does get a little complicated. Anyway, my nan has told me several times of the many occurrences where she had to tend to my mum when she was a crying and difficult baby under the guava tree. How she done all she could to nurture my mum and maintain care of her, before my mum was put into my nan's sister in law's care. My nan

                                                                     Donald Trump  Never did I think to myself that I would be living in a time and age where, 1) I am scared to walk the streets as a result of being Muslim and 2)  Having to acknowledge that most people are ignorant about my religion and at their bliss hate me and my fellow brothers and sisters for their lack of knowledge and willingness to accept principles which may clash with theirs. Donald Trump, a Republican party candidate for the 2016 presidential election in the U.S is an extremely biased and horrible man who has no morality, but yet wants to take on a leadership role. He is facing backlash after commenting that Muslims should be banned in entering the U.S, at the height of him trying ".. to figure out what the hell is going on." This statement alone is not only harsh but painful, have Muslims offended him so much, he views us all as terrorists? Has he never met a nice decent Muslim in his li