America: Post-Hate Era

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Walking downtown to the local halal delicatessen in 2053. You, a white cis male, smell the scent of bleach from the town center through your face veil. As you didn't adopt the teachings of Allah and the prophet Mohomed but at least threw away your other beliefs (Adoptive Arab Expiation Act of 2040 pushed through by President Maxine Waters) you are now mandated to wear a veil over your head along with a tatoo on your hand, signalling that you are a peaceful infidel and are subject to two bi-daily lashings against the back of your calves, of course under the guidance of an enforcer to make sure the lashings are not too painful nor too light as per the will of the prophet.

Anyway. You smell the aroma of bleach emanating further in town. You shrug it off, knowing it's most likely the smell of the city block-sized clearning crew cleaning the mosque's interior floor of goat's blood as well as the sex fluids of the town Sheikh's son consecrating his wedding to his wonderful bride of 8 years old, after having made love to her in front of the townspeople who bared witness.

You arrive at the delicatessen, you order your usual morning dolma wraps and head out after paying the owner a few dirham plus a few extra for his homemade "life water" in which he mixes a combination of dried animals blood and purified, rich soil. In small amounts of course.(edited)
You make your way back home, paying little attention to your mother kneeled down in the town square near a large imported ghaf tree. A small group of town officials stand around her; One with a microphone reciting the Quran as the second man takes his time cutting your mother's top off with a pair of scissors. The third man simply stands silent as he watches the man with the scissors fully remove her top and cutting the straps to her bra.