I was waiting at the airport one night, With several long hours before my flight. I hunted for a book in the airport shop, Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
I was engrossed in my book, but happened to see,
A hijab clad lady beside me, as bold as could be, Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between, Which I tried to ignore to avoid a scene
I read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
This gustly “Muslim cookie thief” diminished my stock I was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken this terrorist eye!
With each cookie I took, the terrorist took one too. When only one was left, I wondered what she’d do. with a smile on crook’s face and a nervous laugh, The thief took the last cookie and broke it in half.
She offered me half, and she ate the other.
I snatched it from the thief and thought, “Oh sister”, This thief has some nerve, and she’s also so rude, Why, she didn’t even show any gratitude!”
I had never known when I had been so galled, And sighed with relief when my flight was called. I gathered my belongings and headed for the gate, Refusing to look at the “thieving Muslim terrorist ingrate”.
I boarded the plane and sank in my seat, Then sought my book, which was almost complete. As I reached in my baggage, I gasped with surprise. There were my bag of cookies in front of her eyes!
“If mine are here,” I moaned with despair. “Then the others were hers and she tried to share!” Too late to apologize, I realized with grief, Never again will I call any Muslim a “terrorist or a thief”!!!!