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?
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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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