Life Goes On Without You (Rewrite)
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Last published Wed, Jan 14, 2026
Amina Islam knows that when people look at her they do not see her. They see everything but her, her brown skin, her far too dark eyes, and most importantly her headscarf.
A new school means a new start, a way to escape from the demons that make her so different. There is more to her than she will admit, secrets wound with the fabric upon her head.
She didn't mean to draw the attention of Rosewood's most popular, though that is hardly a good description of the three boys that seem to be curious if anything about what makes her tick. Why is she so passionate, so ready to face them, tell them they are wrong?
That's the thing about someone who tells you, you are wrong, you want to know why.
Why does she dress like that?
Why does she speak like that?
Why is she so afraid whilst still being so very brave?
Why, is the question they ask, but Amina is more than a single answer, we all have our skeletons in our closet, each and everyone of them has something to hide.
Follow the story of friendship, and difference, learning to love, and learning to heal.
Life may go on without you, but she will always wait for you.
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