I'm a Sikh Canadian

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Great. Another typical Sunday morning.
It’s not that I hate mornings, nor do I hate Sundays. I just feel a little nervous and pressurized. Every Sunday, I go to our temple ─ what we call the Gurudwara ─ to sing hymns (prayers) that come out from our religious scripture. These hymns that we sing are called shabads. The scripture is called the Guru Granth Sahib Ji. The Guru Granth Sahib Ji is a scripture that has all of our prayers. It tells us how to be good humans and how to respect one another.
I started learning how to sing these religious hymns at the age of four at I've been singing at the Gurudwara ever since.
So now you might be wondering about what religion I'm talking about. You’re also probably wondering why I am so nervous. Well to answer the first question, this religion is called Sikhism. I really do love my religion and I'm proud to be a Sikh. And to answer your second question, I don't know why I'm nervous. I've been singing at this temple for almost 10 years. Well that's not the only thing I'm doing today. I'm also going to my music teacher's place, where we learn these hymns. Although my music teacher is quite strict, he is really experienced and he has over hundreds of students that learn just from him! He teaches everyone in my family except for my mom. My mom is just in charge of making sure we do enough practice and that we're not focusing on things that aren't important. My music teacher actually teaches my brother, my dad, and myself.
There are several different ways of praying in our religion. Singing the shabads is just one way of praying. We can also read out loud the things written in our religious scripture, just listen to the prayers if we're not capable enough to sing or read the prayers from the ...

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It's another typical Sunday morning.
Great, now I get to feel pressurized and nervous all over again. Except this time, I feel courageous at the same time. Even though I'm going to have to do my performance and music lesson all over again, I know that if anyone is even going to try to be racist, I can stand up without having to be afraid. Even if someone does punch me in the face, it will be worth it because I know I'm standing up for what's right. I'm only making myself and other people stronger, not weaker.
I'm really thankful that this was all a dream and that nothing like this has ever happened to me in real life. I'm very lucky to have classmates that respect my religion and know that I have different point of views. I can't ask for better friends.
I'm proud to say that I'm a Sikh Canadian and I'm ready to fight anyone who tries to hurt me.

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