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Naît en Palestine , grandit en Palestine , elle déménage à 6 ans en Algérie avec sa famille , focaliser sur le foot , parle l'arabe littéraire ,le dialecte Algérien , l'espagnol , à 17 ans elle va partir en Colombie pour un « voyage » avec sa mère et son frère mais quelque chose se passera
Naît en Colombie , grandit en Colombie , focaliser sur le foot et son « entreprise » , parle l'arabe et l'espagnol, la copine de sa mère va venir pour des vancances
Leur vie vont changer et ses 2 personne
C'est l'histoire de
Nayra El Masry et Naym Sierra
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