Your Average Hijabi
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I'm kinda new to writing stories on here but I want to give it a try so here it is. I also don't really know how to write descriptions either but as my story goes on I will improve my description but for now this story is about a average hijabi where she goes through the test and trials of being a Muslim and I want y'all to come along to see if she can over come these difficulties.
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