What Is It Like To Have Freedom?
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A short autobiographical, nonfictional story. In this short story, I, Zara, explain how freedom doesn't always mean safety, protection, etc. Certain places around the world... as harsh as it is, don't have freedom. Everyday they suffer-and where I live, I dislike it. America...
"But-it's safe, you're overreacting!"
Yeah, you're wrong. Who cares if we live in America, it sucks. My state is deteriorating-literally. People actually are insufferable. They don't like seeing a black hijabi succeeding, that it breaks one's heart. The reality is, even if you beautiful, successful, you have a job, these people... don't care.
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