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Finding out who I am - An autobiography

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I was a little girl not sure where I belonged. My mother was a Christian whereas my father was a Muslim. Their relationship did not work out in the late 1960s. I was separated from both of them and placed into a different family. I felt welcome but excluded at the same time. I battled with finding a place to call my own in my homeland of Pakistan.Todos los derechos reservados

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