Just Another Muslim Teenager

Just Another Muslim Teenager

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Life is hard for Maryam ...After her mother's death and Father's depression Maryam is left on her own picking up the hopeless pieces...Despite the issues that surround her life Maryam seeks comfort in her religion ...using it to guide her towards the right path ...but what happens when Maryam is forced to go back to High School ...the one place she dreads after all those years of being victimized to emotional and physical abuse ?...More importantly how does Maryam cope with the attention of a certain someone ... Read this book to find out how Maryam overcomes issues concerning love, friendship and spirituality ...
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What happens when you move from your big, diverse, and colourful city, where you feel like you belong in The Big Apple to a small, uncultured town in New Jersey? Alaa Osman, a smart and sassy 15 year old is starting out at her new High school, and she's one of the only Sudanese Muslim girls; and add Hijabi into the mix. Join Alaa as she navigates her journey of faith, family life, a confusing and massive crush, friendships, and being the black sheep at her High school. ------------------------------ He mumbles, and all I hear is, "You're right. I don't want to,". Don't want to what? Don't want to lose me to somebody else? Don't want to say goodbye to me? Don't want to regret not saying the last goodbye? A million questions raced my mind. He stepped out of the car. I'd never seen him look so devastated. I thought this was an apology, but it wasn't; it was goodbye. "Hey," I waved slightly and even made a point to smile a little bit, the type of wave and smile we sent each other across the hall. He sent one right back. That's it, maybe things would be better between us. But when his smile faded, I knew they wouldn't. Now mind you, he wasn't usually the type to hold grudges. But this was different, I guess. "Well I guess this is the end." He shrugs.

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