"Racism is a sick thinking"

Elle's POV

I introduced myself to that hijab girl . At first she got scared that I might bully her or something. But I just wanted to know her , talk to her and if she wants then I would love to be her friend .

"No need to be shy . I am just a girl like you . No boy hormones" I said to her with the most smiling face I have ever made . She giggled a bit . "So , what's your name?" I asked . "My name is Maryam Ali" . "What a beautiful name you own". "Thanks . Don't you feel uncomfortable around me? I mean people are staring at you too . I am making you look bad too" she said with a low , trembling tone . "Why do you think that way?" . "Because I am a Muslim , I guess". "So , are you confident in yourself?" . "I guess , I am not . I hate it when people criticize me for my religion" .