The boy was waiting for her mother infront of the store, he couldn't get in beacuse of the ice-cream he was eating, he was a bit grumpy but also happy that he would be seen as a big boy who could go aaanywhere he wanted to without his mother! But that happiness faded when he saw the girl (though he didn't know if she was a girl or a woman), she was wearing hijab, a veil shortly she was what his mother told him to be afraid of. But he was a big boy, he wasn't going to be afrai he was going to be brave! He wiped the ice-cream on his off his chin, which revealed a mole, and slicked his black hair back. "Hey! Lokk at here!", the girl didn't react, "I'm calling you, you.... extr.... -what was it he thought extremist murderer!", he thought of the 'murderer' part himself, the girl loked at him questioningly, pointed at herself "Me?", "Yeah, you!", the girl started walking towards him.

He didn't realize how tall the girl was -or rather how short he was-, he started to get more and more scared with each of her steps, "What could I help you with, Little Boy?", she was foreign, he realized it from her accent but more importantly than her accent she called him little! "You can't wear that here!", what seemed from the voice, the girl giggled "Why?", "Because you hurt people here!", the girl went dead silent, looked at the early rising moon behind him, then looked back "I can't?", he was happy that she was now being serious, "Yes!", he said proudly, "Alright."

The boy was surprised that the girl was obedient, his parents -or parent to be honest- told him that it wasn't easy to reason with them, the girl took the veil off. Taking the veil off revealed a hideous -yet beautiful- scar on her lips/mouth and an eyepath on her right eye, the boy was covered his mouth with shock and canfusement too. "Well I normally don't wear a veil with my hijab but I thought you guys would be more comfortable while you didn't see what the bad people from your country did to me, turns out I was wrong!", she smiled, "Bad people?", the boy muttered, at that moment his mother came out of the store, she seemed surprised to see her too, the girl put the veil in her bag and looked at his mother's eyes with pity, "Its not his fault but I don't know who's it is.", she walked away from them.

The young nun was walking to her church with some eggs and milk she bought from the market, she was nervous, she knew what was to come from this street, suddenly she heard "What are you doing here! You piece of sh*t!", what was to come had come, the old man. She started to walk faster "I'm talking about you!", now she had to have some contact with him, "Um, yes ?", she looked at him, he started to walk towards her from his garden, "Didn't I tell that guy that he can't send anyone here?", the man was a senile veteran, that's all she knew about him. "Sir, the government said we could do anything we wanted as long as it was illegal, and you know we're a religion with a billion believers please don't discriminate us as a whole!", the man got bright red with anger, "What do you mean I can't? You murderers! E.... Extremist murderers! Yeah! Extremist murderers! Now you don't have to be extreme enough to wear that do you? You don't have to wear that to be a christian!", the young nun sighed and started to run towrds the church, she couldn't reason with him.

Now, what actually is "disrcinating" people, is it focused on only some people or would it change through time. Would changing the roles of muslims/jews with christians stop it? Would changing the roles of people who disrespect and respect the LGBT+ Community finish it? Would changing the roles of black and white people end it? Sadly, I don't know and I believe neither do you but our case isn't believing in it or not. Our case is to unite no matter why. It's time to realize that we don't have the right to disrespect anyone, it is time to stop raising each our flags and dividing ourselves, its time to put them down and become one. Wether we like it or not, it is time to protect each other for our sakes, its the time of war. (the flags we put pride in, wither be a rainbow or a crescent and a star, flags that divie us with sexuality, religion and race)