From the Motherland
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Last published Thu, Mar 21, 2024
Jameelah is a transfer student from Nigeria, and is new to the way of life in the UK. Everything seems foreign to her, and her accent, religion and skin color wasn't helping. Dont get me wrong, her melanin is beautiful, but bullying makes her think otherwise.
Her time in Uni gets worse when she Encounters the off limit guy of the campus, he despises Muslims. Why? you might ask...well.....find out 😊.
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