Location: London, England. Amsterdam, Netherlands. Berlin, Germany.My first time doing a EuroTrip through London, Amsterdam and Berlin for the first month of the eXperiment. My feedback for all my travels, including Piccadilly Circus in London, to cycling in Amsterdam and the East Side Gallery in Berlin.
Location: Berlin, GermanyAfter partying in Berlin till 6am, my Swedish friends and I ran into two French girls, one of whom I proceeded to interview.
It can be difficult discussing a topic as sensitive as this. It can put you in a vulnerable position, especially when sharing something that is very political in nature. On top of that, to do an AMA on reddit, is really exposing yourself.
Many Americans that I had told my story to didn’t even know this process occurred. Even my most educated friends had no clue. With such lack of information on the topic, I decided to write out my story for others, as well as do an AMA.
Continued from the post Russia Registers Jews, America Registers Muslims.
We were driven in the van for almost an hour, in our green jumpsuits, cuffed. We pulled up to a building whose details I don’t recall anymore, as it happened so fast. All I remember are emotions: scared, uncertain, anxious.
We were taken into a building with bright white lights hitting our eyes and blinding us due to it’s intensity. We were processed, patted down and escorted down a large hallway. My eyes still adjusting from the heavy fluorescent light. I could hear shouting, whistling and clanking as we approached a large cell with disgruntled, tattooed men, wearing orange jumpsuits, who were lined at the front howling and hooting at us, “Hey sweeeeeetheart <whistle>”. I pissed my pants because these were hard criminals. My mind kept repeating, “Please don’t let me get raped, please don’t let me get raped. Pllllllleaaaassseeeee.” I wasn’t prepared for this, but instead of the officer stopping, he kept walking and we passed by this area until we approached another cell where several inmates in green jumpsuits were just lounging around. They opened the gate and told us to go in.
You currently pay $50+ per month for basic internet. You can connect to Google, Netflix, Facebook, Spotify, Wikipedia, Steam and SadiqSamani.com at the same speed across the board. None of these websites gets special treatment.
Comcast, Time Warner, and other broadband internet companies, that are listed at the bottom of customer satisfaction surveys every year, believe that they should be able to choose which websites would get faster speeds when delivering their content (news, shopping, music, movies, games) to you. This would mean that not only are you paying for your internet, but companies you want to interact with must pay more for better access to you, even though they also pay to connect to the internet already. That’s like allowing you to call Best Buy without any issue, but when you call their local competitor, B&H, you’d have to wait much longer to connect because B&H couldn’t pay the toll for faster service delivery as Best Buy did, even though both companies already paid for a phone line. Anyone that has dealt with Best Buy knows they suck emu balls, so a move like this would give providers the ability to charge for the same service twice while stifling competition.
Location: New York, NYImprovising an interview with Supermodel Ashley Abboushi while moving a couch from a friend's place to my apartment.
I had to go register with the US government post 9/11 along with 85K+ other Muslims.
We get up in arms about a story in Donetsk, Ukraine in which Jews are persecuted and are told to register themselves with their government. It must be Russia at the helm, we say. Those commies! Would it be surprising if it was them? Not at all. It's expected from such an intolerant beast. We were riled up by our government and media at the thought of it, even though we found out later that the pamphlets they received were fake.
Americans, we tell ourselves, hold our morals to the highest standards. We would never do that to a group of people. NEVER. No one should be subjected to such atrocities. Right? RIGHT?
I have a username on Twitter which is my first name (sadiq), but I don’t access it because my official handle for all social media is @sadiqsamani (feel free to follow). However, every several months I’ll get an e-mail from Twitter that someone tweeted at the unused account, which ends up being a robot spamming me or writing gibberish. I continue to keep that handle, even though I don’t use it, because why not? It’s not like I’m paying for it.
Yesterday, however, I did get an interesting tweet from someone that said, “T media have no right to protect only Muslims. Sorry to burst your pity bubble, I don't hate u just Islam and t Koran”. I chuckled so hard. I love the little nuggets that drop into my life through the internet.
I was raised in a somewhat closed minded community. An environment in which a unique hair style or a piercing was looked at as being rebellious. As I grew older I was exposed to viewpoints outside of my community, specifically through the portal known as the Internet. I started realizing how shut off I was from the real world and how my life was structured by a community’s ideals and not necessarily based on what I wanted for my life.
I was someone else, and it was a long treacherous process of finding myself. The biggest change I made was to be open minded. I was in my early twenties, and I wasn’t going to allow myself to be a closed off adult.
For example, I didn’t like seafood, mainly because my parents/community would cook fish with the bones still intact. It felt like they went spear fishing and then without filleting it, cooked it over an open flame. YUK! I hated it. But then a friend proposed to go try sushi. I was originally hesitant because of my preconception, but I was trying to be open minded, so I had it. I was in LOVE! I started eating sushi like everyday, which got expensive after a while, but I would still eat sushi everyday….if I could afford it….yummy yum yum!
Three ladies had a look of exhaustion on their face after trekking up three flights of stairs of the New York building I was renting an apartment in. They were looking hot, with dresses fitting tight as if they were painted directly onto their skin. “One more to go”, exclaimed a disheveled man trailing them, slowly coming into my view. Men in New York usually have two extremely varying styles: dressy financial district or hipster thrift store. He was sporting the former, carrying with him a medium sized brown paper bag with bottles of alcohol. I could faintly hear music bumping. The neighbors upstairs must be having a party.
I stayed extremely still to prevent noises from the squeaky decrepit wooden floors in my apartment. I didn’t want them to know I was watching through the peephole. My eyes, remaining motionless, so that they wouldn’t cause light to refract through the lens, giving me away.