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The Hijabi's Bully by CrownedAura8
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***BOOK BEING REWRITTEN OFFLINE Nadia Hakim has been navigating through her teen years alone and unbothered. Faced with unreasonable friends and teachers, and as the icing on the cake, a bully spreading false rumors about her across the school halls, nothing since then has changed for the better. Until the real chaos arise when a stranger to Nadia, a friend of her sister, shows up unexpectedly to stay under their roof after being threatened by an old, spiteful friend. While Nadia tries to link the missing dots, her well known bully, Andrew Preston, doesn't hold back his obvious grudge towards her. So what happens when he's the second unexpected person to end up on her doorstep needing her help? ⚠️ DISCLAIMERS: - Contains physical and substance abuse. - Profanity (will get fixed after book completion). - Slow-paced. - Intense. - Written way many years ago (plot holes included; which will also be fixed) highest ranks: #1 in Religion, Muslim, & hijab #38 in teens & teenagers
Definitely Not Interested by hanlovestowrite26
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Being a high school Muslim hijabi was already a lot to deal with but add a crazy life and it gets all too messy. Trust me Malak is a badass girl that doesn't take shit from nobody but there was only one person who got under her skin. Amir Khalid. Wherever she went they would always butt heads. She despised him and his fancy clothing and overly dramatic spending. Even though he was the only male Muslim in her school she figured she would never ever care for him as he frequently ignored her ever being unless he tortures her. She just knew that she would NEVER be interested.
His Broken Soul by hanlovestowrite26
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[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"