“There’s something I’ve carried quietly…”
I do not like going to the other parks.
Whenever I go, there is always someone who points out your little things — things you “shouldn’t” be doing.
It makes me feel like I don’t have the freedom to simply exist.
To just be.
Someone is always observing, or judging.
That’s exactly how I feel when I go to parks with an English majority.
There’s a quiet sense of not belonging. A tension. A subtle, invisible judgment.
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Reflection
I share this not to blame, but to breathe.
To remind myself that I’m not alone in this experience — and maybe someone out there feels the same, silently, painfully.
And perhaps through this small sharing, we begin to take back our space — with honesty, with calm, and without apology.
Wasifreflects 
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