From the Ted Talk by Rana Abdelhamid: 3 lessons on starting a movement from a self-defense trailblazer
Unscramble the Blue Letters
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Open Cloze
And so every morning at 15, I would wake up and stand in front of a mirror, and wrap beautiful bright silk around my head the way my mother does and my grandmother did. And one day that summer 2009, I stepped out into the _______ of New York City on my way to volunteer at a ____________________________ that a woman in my ____________ had started. And I remember at that moment I felt a yank at the back of my head. Then someone pulled and grabbed me, trying to remove my _____ from off of my head. I turned around to a tall, broad-shouldered man, pure hate in his eyes. I _________ and ______ back, and finally was able to get away, hid myself in the bathroom of that organization and cried and cried. I kept thinking to myself, "Why does he hate me? He doesn't even know me."
Solution
streets
struggled
domestic
organization
hijab
fought
violence
neighborhood
Original Text
And so every morning at 15, I would wake up and stand in front of a mirror, and wrap beautiful bright silk around my head the way my mother does and my grandmother did. And one day that summer 2009, I stepped out into the streets of New York City on my way to volunteer at a domestic violence organization that a woman in my neighborhood had started. And I remember at that moment I felt a yank at the back of my head. Then someone pulled and grabbed me, trying to remove my hijab from off of my head. I turned around to a tall, broad-shouldered man, pure hate in his eyes. I struggled and fought back, and finally was able to get away, hid myself in the bathroom of that organization and cried and cried. I kept thinking to myself, "Why does he hate me? He doesn't even know me."