Resistance From The Motherland

Resistance From The Motherland

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Isa Hamdan is a Palestinian-American Christian living in the United States, and he's about to finish high school and hopefully study pre-law at UCLA. However, after Hamas' devastating attack against Israel on October 7th, the subsequent anti-Palestinian hate makes it clear to Isa that he has a tough battle ahead of him. To make matters worse, a Zionist gang called the "Defenders of Zion" forms to intimidate the Muslim community and businesses that support Palestine or are owned by Palestinians. Coming from a land that has been subjected to colonization, occupation, and genocide, Isa knows all too well that the only way to continue existing is to start resisting. So with the help of his friends from all sorts of faiths--including Islam and Judaism--he forms his own group to fight back against the "Defenders of Zion." But will Isa succeed, when he's already getting hate from all sides?
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Hayrah

(#32 in spiritual🔥 on 31-01-2018) EDITING. My name is Hayrah Adil. I'm 24 years old and blessed with an adorable baby girl Maya. I've been married to my husband, Abdul-jabbar Marwan for the past four years now and I've never been happier. He treats me like a queen. He made me to forget the bad and tough times I experienced before. He's my knight in shining armor. He's the love of my life. Jabbar really did a lot for me. I came from a poor family. I'm an orphan. My fathered died when I was 15. He left me with only my mom and small brother zayd. Jabbar lost his father too, five years ago. I met Jabbar at the company he worked when I was doing my NYSC program. He kept Chasing me around. Buying food stuff for us. That time I hated him. Overnight Allah changed my feelings towards Jabbar. I love Jabbar so much, not because of his money but for the sake of Allah. His mom and his two junior sisters hate my sight. They hate me with all their hearts. They think I'm here because of his money. I always try my best to impress his mom but she never seem to care. "A poor and filthy brat like you shouldn't be anywhere close to my son" that's what his mom says all the time. She hates me with all her life. That's why she's planning on ruining my marriage with Jabbar. And Insha Allah it will never happen.

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