I was walking to my local mosque, the Feilding Masjid when a tall young muscular White man came walking towards me. He smiled and laughed, then he said “what’s up Mohammed?”. I was a little shaken at first but I just smiled and said “Actually sir, my name is Yasuf” He then said ok and continued walking but from that point on I was shaken and almost didn’t want to stay outside any longer. This really says a lot about society.
I fear for my life on a daily basis.
I was driving from Dunedin to Christchurch to attend the funerals of our family friends (victims of mosque shootings) last Friday with my family. During that journey, I was driving behind a Mercedez Benz (Rego-LGC210) for about 40 minutes in between Timaru and Ashburton. During that time, he opened his car window and showed me “fuck you” gesture twice and he made sure I have seen that gesture by holding his middle finger up for longer time. My wife was seated beside me in the front seat and she was wearing head scarf. I didn’t know why he did that except we being as muslim. There were no other reasons whatsoever.
I wouldn’t report it if it’s happened before 15 March. But now I felt that we should report this sort of incidents to eradicate racism and hate crime.
I got in to the bus (25B) from Queen street around 9.10 pm. A lady got into the bus and harassed me abusing terribly (verbally) discriminating because I was a Muslim wearing a hijab covering my face. She said I’m evil and rude and I should not be in NZ. She asked me to go back to from whatever I came. She was so loud and everyone was just staring at me not knowing what to do. She also mentioned just because people die in Christchurch why should everyone support all muslims. She said I would even rob a bank. Im so devastated after this incident. I regret not calling the police immediately.
After a game of tennis our boys went to congratulate the teams on their win and a Caucasian boy directly said you look like a Muslim and I want to shoot you
At 1.20 pm last Friday someone pretended to shoot me from a passing car. I was walking to the Masjid Jamii in Hamilton to support Muslim members of our New Zealand community during the one week rememberance prayers there after the terrible shootings in Christchurch. I am not a Muslim myself, but as many non-Muslim women were wearing headscarves that day in solidarity with their sisters, I too decided to show solidarity with my Muslim brothers by wearing – just this once – a form of male muslim dress (a thawb cassock from an opshop, woolknit prayer cap, and simple black shoes).
As I walked alone on the footpath against fairly slow moving traffic, one of the occupants of a passing car shouted out “Piaow, piaow, piaow”. As he did so, I turned my head towards him and saw his hand stretched out of the window towards me in the shape of a pistol, with his thumb going up and down with each “piaow”.
I did not feel the fear he probably intended to evoke, but I did feel confused and then deeply disgusted at his behaviour and hoped he hadn’t been doing the same thing to others walking further ahead of me.
I had instinctively looked away when I realised what he was doing, and by the time I looked back the car had gone too far on to identify it, other than having been an older model yellowy orange car with at least three people in it.
It then dawned on me that I (a white New Zealander) had walked less than five minutes – just a few hundred metres – in the shoes of our Muslim community and had already been targetted for abuse.
Not long after, I sat with the rear of the supporters in the park by the mosque. There I heard the Imam call for those worshipping to respond to such abuse with love, not with anger. “Maybe offer them a coffee” he suggested, “New Zealanders love their coffee. Who knows, you might just make a new friend.”
Wise words that raised a ripple of applause among those gathered to show their love and support. But I think we other New Zealanders stand to learn a lot by offering our Muslim brothers and sisters a coffee now and then too. And asking how they are going.
I had a small car crash accident. It was a miscalculation from both sides. However this woman was very aggressive towards me and told me that I am responsible for damaging her car and I completely fu**ed her car… why did I “choose”to hit her and i am crazy woman. She took my mobile and called for police even though I apologized like 5 times in 10 seconds as I saw her upset. I had kids in my car and she said I don’t trust you, you are going to run away with anything. She was venomous towards me and very aggressive . The police came and I narrated the whole incident but she was very rude even during the investigation. I feel heartbroken and upset.
I am very upset…. I will always fear talking to people now. My kids never saw me so vulnerable and weak but I am already going through this trauma of Christchurch as my husband is leading all the relief operation for Pakistanis and then this happens …
Someone had thrown soil or manure (hasn’t been examined) onto our grass, cars, entered our backyard and threw it onto our concrete floor and went right around the house leaving an obvious trail behind.
Not knowing exactly who did this it is hard to 100% tell their motives. But being done just 3 days from the terror attack it feels like a very clear message that we are unwanted. My family and I feel unsafe at home – have been offered places to stay. But mostly in shock we are working on the situation together. Police aren’t being very helpful in fact I left our assigned officer a voice mail Monday after they came and spoke to my mother yet they have not gotten back to me. I hope they do. I do not intend to waste their time but I believe that this is a hate crime and their support is much appreciated.
I was walking to the bus stop on my way home from work on a Sunday afternoon. As I walked past a man, he kept yelling at me that he would “f*** me up”. he mumbled a few things as I passed but I did not catch it. This was just two days after the Christchurch Massacre.
we heard about a Muslim sister in Sydney yesterday who had her headscarf ripped off her. Her car was taken while her kids were inside. The children managed to jump out.
from NZ Herald, 17 March 2019
While the rest of New Zealand is comforting the Muslim community, two women at an Auckland railway station were subjected to vile abuse today for wearing hijab.
The two sisters were told to “go back to your f***ing country” in an ugly incident at Mt Albert train station.
The women – who had assured their families it was safe to leave their home – found themselves trembling with fear from the abuse.
Iqra, 21, and her sister say their family friends are now considering not wearing their headscarves in public.
“For us, that is a deeply disturbing discussion to have,” Iqra told the Herald, her voice shaking while she spoke.
She wanted to speak out about the incident at 1pm today that had her fearing for her safety to warn her Muslim brothers and sisters to take extra precautions and always travel in groups.
“The most shocking thing was there was no security in sight,” Iqra said.
She was with her younger sister Asma when they were approached by an “obviously drunk” man carrying a bottle of liquor.
He started yelling “what are you looking at? I hate girls. Go back to your f***ing country” and edged closer towards them before walking away.
She described him as in his mid-20s, short and wearing a grey T-shirt and black pants.