A journey to peace
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Oct 5, 2015
I must have taken a long time to answer his question because he whipped my back, I heard the cane whooshing through the air and land with a thud on my back repeatedly. I buried my head into my chest, gritted my teeth and concentrated on not breaking down. Four, five, six, seven- they kept coming thick and fast
Rania a 18 year old girl who is in a journey to find her family who are in desperate need of her, through her journey she faces many issues that she needs to overcome.
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