I can't stop thinking about Hidaya and I feel sick with
longing for my friends and teachers. Sick with longing for
a school where we learned what every other student in
any other Melbourne school learned but we could also
pray and fast and wear a hijab and keep on being a
teenager without having to answer questions or defend
ourselves against news headlines. Where we sang
"Advance Australia Fair" every morning at assembly and
got detention if we didn't take it seriously. Where we
could deal with puberty and the teenage angst thing and
have crushes and go on diets without being a prefix to
terrorism, extremism, radicalism, any ism.