Khadijah
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Young care stolen childhood boney living agony,playing with rocks working to the bones no time to forget mummy needs little Khadijah home,daddy in the wheel chair,feeling all alone,family all around yet no support to be found.mentally matured yet physically still a child ...
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Khadijah is a 17 year old pakistani girl. She's been through a lot but she always tries to find her peace while praying. Her younger sister was diagnosed with stage four leukemia and didn't have much time left. Khadijah also met a boy who is driving her crazy but little does she know.. Also, I want to inform you that english isn't my first language so there might be grammatical mistakes. If you find any, please let me know. Enjoy reading!!
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Pinwheels and Dandelions
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.Complete
No One Understands
A 16 year old girl has to take care of the 10 year old brother. The teenager slowly falling apart from her parents being gone. Will this family work out or be doomed?Complete
Identical Opposites
After coping by myself for 6 years, I finally get my long awaited reunion with my twin brother at the age of 18. But everything doesn't go uphill from there like I thought it would, infact, it mostly remained rock bottom, just as it had been for the past few years. But I'm not going to do nothing about it. No, I will work hard, I will do everything I can, without the help of anyone until I reach the top. Not for my sake, not for my twin's sake, not for my other sibilings sake But for Mira's sake. The only reason I'm currently still alive.Complete
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NOT EDITED. 𝕊𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩.. 𝙂 𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚..Complete
Mila
It was hard living in the slums. Everyday, people thrived on scraps, dirty water and very little money. Children were exposed to practically every disease imaginable yet still managed to survive. Girls who reached puberty were often married off early to ease their family's burden while young boys were forced to do labor. In the midst of all these hardships lived a girl. She was an innocent in body but her mind had known too much filth. She knew she had to be selfish in order to get away from this life. If it meant whoring herself to a man older by ages, then she would do whatever it takes.Complete
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