Unfortunately, it didn't feel much like a celebration when, growing up, my mother and I would wander past Queens into New York City streets, and my mother with her hijab and long flowy dresses would tighten her hand around my small fingers as she stood up against weathered comments like, "Go back to where you came from," "Learn English," "Stupid immigrant."
Desgraciadamente, no nos parecía una celebración cuando, en mi infancia, mi madre y yo paseábamos por Queens hacia las calles de Nueva York, y mi madre con su hiyab y su vestido holgado de flores apretaba su mano entorno a mis deditos mientras se enfrentaba a comentarios anticuados tipo: "Vuelve al lugar de donde viniste", "Aprende inglés", "Inmigrante estúpida".