The Hijabi Basketballer

The Hijabi Basketballer

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Liya Khan a 17 year old hijabi from London, loves playing basketball, going to the mosque and spending time with her nephew. Aramis Jordan, 17 years old, lives in London. Loves basketball with his whole heart and loves spending time with his neice. Both study at London's most prestigious sixth form, and one day cross each other when Aramis' best friend challenges Liya and her friends to a basketball off. What happens when they meet? Is it love at first sight? Will there be hatred? Will a friendship form between the 2 groups? Well you're just going to have to read to find out. 😈
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