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They start their afternoon prayer, but the soldiers beat them to it shooting a mass of bullets, I hide, at the ripe age of 8 I saw my mom getting shot to death. They took those who remained to the camps.

I now vow to fight for the rights of my kind, it's the Holocaust happening again, but no one cares, because we're Muslims, I let the tears roll down my cheeks after the soldiers have left, at least in her last moment, she was praying. I hope soon, that equality will happen, it's my birthday wish now. I hope that my mom's death wasn't in vain.
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China, concentration camps to convert muslims

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