a religion that my heart chose
  • Reads 160
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  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 25m
  • Reads 160
  • Votes 29
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 25m
Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2022
being born in a Hindu religion and worshiper of God and goddess I always felt there was something hollow and missing in me I was never able to fully accept the beliefs and concepts that my family wanted me to grasp and always an urge to learn something beautiful that I wanted to a desperate heart of mine that wanted to learn about Islam 
after converting myself into one of there kind 
I'm finally here sharing my thoughts that I learned being a Muslim girl and from the holy book Quran
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