You exit the Mosque, walking down the steps of the building to get into to busy streets of New York. Nothing made you feel better after prayers than walking through the park nearby, enjoying nature.

New York has come a long way in it's acceptance of new people with different cultures and religions. You rarely had problems for following the other Abrahamic religion, but today was horrible.

A group of three men grab you by your hijaab, pulling you from the park into the streets. They push you down on the ground, grabbing you by your throat. Your scared eyes meet their angry ones. "I lost my parents on 9/11!" one of the shouts angrily while people around you either continue to walk past or give you pitying looks.

You keep your mouth shut, closing your eyes and reciting a prayer. "Rabbi inni limaa anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer."

"Shut up, Islamic scum!" Tears stream from your eyes; you repeat the prayer. The men get angrier; the one holding your neck tightens his grip. You can't breathe. "Shut u-!"

"Hey, asshole! I've seen you here before. Quit picking on Muslims!" You turn your eyes to see a man angrily walking closer.

"What are you going to do about it, Falcon? Throw bird seed at me?" The group laughs.

He pulls his fist back, landing a punch on the man's face. He drops you, letting you gasp for air. The man attempts to fight back, but Sam kicks his ass in only a few moves. They scurry away. "That's right! Go back to your mamas!" Sam turns to you, helping you up. "Are you alright, Miss/Mister?"

You nod, smiling at him. "You're an angel. I prayed for help. You came."

He laughs, bowing. "Sam Wilson, avenging angel at your service."

(Arabic: Rabbi inni limaa anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer.
English: My Lord, I am in absolute need of the good You send me.)