You drag yourself to the kitchen for something to eat, but there isn't a lot. The jizya tax you have to pay to maintain your dhimmi status doesn't leave much for groceries. If you would just apply for your conversion certificate, you know there would be more – but you're still too angry to give in, at least for right now.
Cursing under your breath, you cram some crackers and a cheese into your pocket and head for the door. If you're a man, you rush off to a job that you hope is still yours. If you're a woman, you slide your blackened window open first to peek outside. The morality police don't seem to be out yet, so you grab your keys, your burqa and the last of the money you earned from the position you were forced to quit. You tiptoe down the driveway past your car and take off on foot to find some food.
Think it couldn't happen here?
Let's hope our country wakes up to the reality of the danger we still face, before we have something worse to wake up to.
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