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Limelight

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Reads 45
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Parts 3
Time <5 mins

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&lt;&lt;&lt; THIS IS A STORY, THAT IS ALL IT IS. THIS IS NOT BASED ON ACTUAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS & ANY RESEMBLANCE IS MERELY COOINDIENTAIL &gt;&gt;&gt;


"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."

Everyone knows their general right granted to them in the United States, what everyone doesn't know is how many people those rights do not apply to.
 
Lolya is a senior in high school when she is first told her voice does not matter, that she can't ask questions without receiving severe consequences. If you can't use your words or your brain, I guess you'll have to use the only thing you have left.All Rights Reserved

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The Woman Who Blasphemed by DanishAamir

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.

Facts about Feminism | ✓ by colettecollects

In which two kids get stuck into detention for a month. And the girl tries to persuade the guy that feminism is most definitely a real issue. - - - - - - ❝ you think feminism is stupid? ❞ ❝ don't you? it's not even a real issue. i mean we're pretty much equal already. ❞ ❝ not a real issue? You, sir, are the embodiment of everything that's wrong with male privilege. ❞ ❝ don't attack just cause I'm a guy. Feminazis... ❞ She punched him. Right into the middle of his eyes. ❝ give me thirty days to change your mind about feminism. ❞

Falling in love with the Muslim girl ✔ by TheSecretWriterr94

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

WO/MAN (Arthanaareeshwaram) by rukrish

No! Don't prejudge the story by the cover. (Though this is the most appropriate and best one.) No! You need not like what I am saying. No! You need not agree with me. And ... No! You need not criticise my work. Of course, you can critically analyse my work. But, since I am not rude to any of you, since we don't hold personal grudges against each other, since I am just trying to express my views in a very friendly manner; you too need not be rude to me. If you do not like what I am trying to tell, you can definitely stop reading at that moment. If you want to share something or correct me, you can definitely do it, since I love learning. I humbly accept the truth that I know nothing. But whatever tiny piece of extra work my tiny brain does, I try to put it out in this huge world.

When It Is Forbidden by meeko228

Imagine having so many rules you have to follow, it's hard to keep track of. Imagine being ranked lower than a dog in society. This is what life is like for 15-year-old Layla who live in Afghanistan under the rule of the Taliban. Join her on her struggles through life and be with her when she goes through her fight for freedom. Can she find a scrap of love in this new and hateful world? WARNING: There is controversial material in this that I had not intended when I wrote this at a very young age. Since then, I have learned more on the subjects and hope that one day I'll be able to re-edit this and change those conflicts. I am eternally sorry if I offend you in this story. It was not intentional. NOTE: I wrote this story in 2011. It's kind of my baby because it was the first time I was ever excited about writing a real story. It's not exactly in the greatest condition. I hope to edit it at some point! ALSO, I tried my best with the facts and the Afghan and Muslim culture. Seeing as I am neither of these, it is impossible for me to represent them perfectly. If anyone has suggestions or tips, they would be much appreciated!

Before the Morning [BEING EDITED] by TaintedRain

[This story is free as of February 10, 2021] "Move over A Walk to Remember, and make way for one of the most heartwarming stories this side of Wattpad. It's so cute, I could cry (again)." - Grace @ HQ After tragedy strikes, Nolan loses all faith and never expects to love, let alone smile again until Nora-perky and persistent-walks into his life. ***** 15-year-old Nolan Haynes has everything. A loving family, a promising future as a filmmaker, and a pretty cool group of friends. That is until tragedy strikes and he's forced to move towns. Nolan vows never to let anyone in ever again-they always leave. But on a summer day two years later, when the super upbeat, Nora walks to his lunch table-Nolan has to try a bit harder to keep a smile off his face. Little does he know that Nora is fighting a battle of her own, one that no one could even imagine. And as the two get closer, they not only find solace in each other but in God. When Nolan is faced with a situation in which he has to break Nora's trust to protect her, can their budding relationship still stand and will God show up in all of this? [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains scenes of verbal and physical abuse that may be triggering for some readers. NOTICE: Before the Morning is currently undergoing revisions! A sensitivity reader (someone who goes through your manuscript and assesses representations in your work) identified a number of issues surrounding the Filipino representation in BTM. I'm rewriting with the goal of creating a more authentic and respectful story. I'm sorry for the pain I caused by failing to include accurate Filipino culture and in having written from Nora's point of view.

My Master, My Husband (BOOK 1) by thefoodlover1213

THIS BOOK IS 18+ "Alright, I'll tell you the rules twice, and I'll need you to memorize them, write them down and give them to me tomorrow morning." Wait, I'm not good at memorizing things! I nod waiting for him to continue, but I get a soft slap on my face instead, which takes me by surprise. "Words Amelia, you need to respond in words. Speaking of which, that's the first rule. No nodding, no shaking heads no sign language because we both are very capable of hearing and speaking, okay?" I was about to nod when I realized in time. "Yes...?" "Master, you are to address me as your Master when we are alone, but when in public I still wait for some kind of respect you understand?" "Yes Master" --------------------------------------------------- Amelia is the average rich girl, (with a touch of anger issues) she thought she didn't cared about anything or anyone because her life was already planned ahead and there was nothing she could do about it. Although she was envied by most, her life was controlled by her father, and she followed his every rule no matter how hurtful they were to her. Then one day her eyes fell on him, Axel, her meant to be husband... and her soon to be Master. She had to learn how to be a submissive but at the same time be a fearsome and independent woman. To reach her goals and protect what was hers, she had to do things that she never once imagined she'd do. How far would you go to protect your loved ones and your reputation?

Undesirable by sincerelyA-C

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Anidita: The Crime partners (Completed ✅) by SonyDubey

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The Woman Who Blasphemed cover

Facts about Feminism | ✓ cover

Falling in love with the Muslim girl ✔ cover

WO/MAN (Arthanaareeshwaram) cover

When It Is Forbidden cover

Before the Morning [BEING EDITED] cover

My Master, My Husband (BOOK 1) cover

Undesirable cover

Anidita: The Crime partners (Completed ✅) cover

LAST YEAR cover

The Woman Who Blasphemed

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.