As a woman, as an immigrant, as a Muslim, as a minority, as a citizen, as a mother, I marched because this is not the America that I know and love – the country that embraced me as a seven-year-old, moving to a new home, speaking a new language and living in a new world. It was a beacon of hope where no one was unwanted and unwelcomed. A place that valued the importance of educating all children and providing opportunities for them to advance, no matter where they came from. The America that I know accepted those of different colors, cultures and creed. It protected freedom of choice and expression, and cared about the health and wellbeing of its citizens.
I marched because my beautiful country’s moral compass is being slowly destroyed by the egos of a few who don’t represent Americans as a whole. They don’t care about our health, our education system, our rights, our future and our fragile earth. They are too busy worrying about their own wealth and political standing, choosing their own self-serving agendas over what’s good for the American public. So I marched to stand up for what I believe is right and to support the country that had supported me. To make it a place my children can grow up to make a difference. And I will continue to march and listen and speak and fight until the power is back in the rightful hands of the people.