Unwanted Feelings
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Sara Haji was a seventeen year old muslimah going through her last highschool year with her best friend Mary. What she never expected was for Chase Parker's life crash into hers. The huge problem is; he's not muslim. Sara finds herself in quite a problem, but she believed that with faith in Allah, everything will fall in its place.
- written when I was fourteen! Don't take it too seriously (: -
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