My Battle For Equality

My Battle For Equality

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The name is Saleh, Dounia Saleh. Unfortunately, this isn't a story about a secret agent. But about a Moroccan girl, that wears a hijab, trying to survive high school. Dounia is used to the daily insults. She has learned to talk and fight back. But now she is in a place where she doesn't know anybody. She just moved to a new city and is a sophomore in high school. Will there be someone strong enough to break down all her walls? _________________________________________ None of the pictures are made by me. I found them on Pinterest. I started writing this story on April 21st, 2020.
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