[Media prompt] Student union president sparks controversy by saying she would like to ‘oppress white people’, everyone should read the Koran and that men and women must not be friends.
A New Beginning
On the day after the election, the first thing Addison White saw when she stepped out into the hall on her way to the shower was a large yellow poster pinned to the notice board. Usually one of the first to wake, she found herself having to stand on her toes to see over the heads of a crowd already assembled.
“Well, it’s about time,” she heard one girl say. “Islam is beautiful, and besides, the Koran was the first feminist book.”
“And white privilege,” said another, a blonde with a tattoo of the ISIS flag on her shoulder. “It’s time to kill that shit for good.”
“It’s creepy dating a white guy, anyway,” said a girl Addison knew had slept with most of basketball team and rarely made an early class.
As the crowd thinned, the other girls drifting away in pairs or small groups, the poster was finally revealed. To her horror, Addison saw that Zamzam Ahmed was keeping good the promises made during her campaign.
“With immediate effect,” it started, “all Retford University staff, students, ancillary employees, contractors and visitors will abide by the following key articles of a new code of conduct.”
Each article was short and the point: Reading the Koran is mandatory; Khalwat is forbidden.
Searching for khalwat on her phone she found, “Of unmarried man and woman; to be together in a secluded place such that it arouses suspicion or speculation.” Underneath this was a link to an article about a Muslim woman lashed 23 times for breaking sharia law after being found guilty of 'close proximity'.
“I’m glad about khalwat,” said Sandy Jones, a girl from Texas who arrived at school a year ago with long red hair but now shaved one side of her head and dyed the stubble on the other side purple. “Men are pigs and rapists.”
Addison read through every point, nineteen of them, to be enforced “with no exceptions.”
“They might was well just say we have to convert to Islam,” she said.
“Excuse me?” said Sandy.
Addison turned to look at her. Sandy has been one of the first friends Addison made upon arriving at Retford last year. They shared a love of Romantic poets, and sat up many nights long after they should have been sleeping to talk about Blake, Byron or Emily Dickinson, their mutual favourite. Now she wore t-shirts encouraging people to punch Nazis in the face.
“How long do you really think Zamzam Ahmed and her sharia police are going to tolerate people like you?” Addison said. “She’s using you. And now that she’s president, things are going to change.”
“That’s bullshit,” said Sandy, walking away.
Addison watched her. The war was coming, and Sandy and the other whites would have to make a choice sooner rather than later. Addison had made hers, and she went back to her room to call her father.
“Daddy,” she said, “I think it’s time I came home. We need to get ready.”