A/N: Ok this kind of parodies my life after September 11, at least the first few weeks. I was just a kid back then and a teacher asked me if my dad makes bombs…. That pissed me off dude. I wasn't even a full muslim nor have I ever been one. Meh. I personally think of this as a parody of Sweet Possum's She's shy and I so call Kyle's Always which are both excellent stories, maybe you should read them before this one. Matt Stone and Trey Parker do parodies all the time but there ones are better :P
Sirius Khan was an average 4ft 7 boy who was moving to an extraordinary town. He was a Muslim, a strong believer in his faith despite him only being 8. It could have been the way he was brainwashed by his father and mother or could be the idea of having an almighty watching over you that made him like his faith. It was September 9, 2001 when the boy moved to South Park.
"Good morning students, today is a very special day."
"It's not Butter's birthday for 2 more days."
"I'm sure your only saying that because Butter's mum is baking a cake."
"But I like cake…" Cartman said as Mr Garrison rolled his eyes.
"Today is a special day because we have a new student. I would like you all too help me welcome… Sirius Khan."
"OH MY GOD, it's a sand monkey." Cartman screamed. Instantly Sirius had a dislike to the fat boy.
"Eric shut up," Mr Hat a puppet said, that bewildered the new boy. The teacher said shut up to a student. It wasn't anything like that in the Middle East. Sure the teachers occasionally beat Sirius but he had never suffered verbal abuse in his life. He was wondering if this is what all Western Societies were like but he knew never to judge a river on a few bad fish.
"Now Sirius, tell us a bit about yourself."
"I'm Sirius Khan, my English is bad. I was born in Oman. I would like to make some new frwends in Amerika." Cartman was laughing his head off at the accent the Indian Muslim boy spoke with.
"Do you eat curry or worship Saddam?" Eric asked laughing although no one else found it funny.
"Eric, you got detention."
"Ah!!" Cartman screamed annoyed.
"Dude, that kid looks weird." Kenny says.
"Kenny, you can't judge a guy on looks." Stan says.
"I know, it's just… we never had any Indians or Muslims in South Park."
"So? I'm the only Jew in South Park."
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Sirius wanted to make some new friends but no one had talked to him all day. In Oman the children were much friendlier to him. He sat all alone that lunchtime till Stan and Kyle finally decided to do something about it.
"Hey my name is Stan and that is Kyle."
"Hello my name is Sirius." Suddenly there was an awkward silence between the three of them. Stan and Kyle had no idea what his culture was about and Sirius didn't know much about America.
"You ever heard of rock music?" Stan suddenly did as they fell in a conversation Cartman was watching from far with his best friend Kenny and what he considers a servant, Butters.
"What do you think they are talking about?" Kenny asked Cartman.
"I'm not sure. Probably about Allah or some other fictional crap." Cartman responded.
"Come on guys, don't you think he is going through enough? He is new to the school and can't even speak English properly." Butters says.
"That gives us the more reason to rip on him." Cartman said. Kenny didn't want to rip on him nor do anything mean, he just didn't want to talk to him. He didn't know why, he thought he hung around Stan and Kyle enough to be tolerant but he was wrong. Something about his look just annoyed him.
"Metal licker?"
"No Metallica…"
"Metalca?
"Don't worry, by the end of the year Metallica is all you'll be saying if you hang around Stan too much."
"Hang?"
"Like… be around," Kyle said.
"You guys want to hang with me?"
"Sure dude but the school bell rang, we got to get back to class."
"In Oman when lunch is however we slaughter a cow." Sirius said as they all walked back to their classroom. Stan and Kyle didn't know if he was joking and for some reason they believed he wasn't.
"Ok, we are starting a new project today. Now I'm going to pair you up tomorrow but before that I want you all to find out as much as you can on War World 1, Franz Ferdinand and of cause the Black Hand."
"Is the black hand as black as Sirius's?" Cartman asked with a smirk.
"Well Cartman since Sirius has made our class number uneven I was going to put him in a group of 3 but since your such a nice little bastard, your going to work alone."
"AW GOD DAMN IT!" The bell rang and that was it, Sirius's first day was over and he had made two new friends.
"You ready?"
"Yes I am." The man responded.
"You shall be remembered as a hero against the capitalist America, against those idiotic white men that think with their wallets not their minds."
"I know, we must destroy them. They have plagued our world, they think they are a super power… soon they will be crushed."