I was in my 7th grade homeroom class. My English teacher, Mrs. Morris, came in and asked to turn on the TV. We watched in disbelief as the events unfolded. It wasn’t real. The tears on my teacher’s faces made it real. I didn’t understand the full extent of what was happening. Although I had been in the US for almost a year, the next day it felt as if I set foot in a different country, like I was no longer welcome. It may seem odd that a 7th grader would perceive the events of that day in this way, but the hijab on my head made me different. All of a sudden, I was the “other.”