Based on a True Story

Throughout my first three years here at Rutgers, whenever someone asked me if I was going to the MSA event on any particular night, my answer was always no. I never knew about the student organization’s events until a few hours before their scheduled time, and that didn’t fit into my preplanned routine of driving to school, going to class, and driving home.

I did have some sort of social life. My friend circle was mostly limited to who I knew before college and a buddy or two from my classes (and even they were usually friends of friends). I think I built up an anti-MSA reputation among my friends, as they often joked about how I never went to anything and didn’t really care to. That idea was absurd obviously. I wasn’t anti-MSA at all—I was really glad it existed because that meant a bunch of Muslims could learn…

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