My name is Azzura Naser

My name is Azzura Naser

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This story follows the main character, Azzura Naser as she struggles through high school as an ethnic girl, unveiling a sexist and misogynistic culture that surrounds her and most women around the world while discovering herself as she navigates her emotional maturity and grows up. -- Before I can start on the chapters I'm just waiting for a bit of engagement so that I have readers to look forward to giving content to :)
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