Zahra Thani

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You think one hour is enough. You think that you can get through customs and immigration with enough time to make your connecting flight from LAX to SFO. You think that you will go straight through the double doors that the TSA officer has instructed everybody in front of you to do. When you get to the front of the line and he asks for your documents you patiently wait for him to tell you to precede forward. You’re ready to run the mile stretch of the always congested airport to get to terminal 6 so that after hours of traveling you are not delayed. You are determined to make it to your flight. One hour should be enough. But when he hands you back your papers he tells you to go to your left, around the barricade. As you walk around in you see arrows pointing you in the direction that you are supposed to go. The high formerly white, now greying walls are high and confining. You see signs telling you that you are on camera. You are under surveillance. The signs indicate that you have reached secondary border patrol. When they call you up for questioning and begin to grow hostile you know you will miss your connecting flight.

Zahra Thani is an undergraduate student at Boston University who plans to attend law school. Her poetry and interests delve into the way in which society constructs and responds to difference.