Muslim NOT EQUAL "Terrorist"
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Last published Wed, Oct 9, 2013
My name is Fatima Bhatti. How is my life after 9/11? Let me tell you: not so good. I am a Muslim, but it is hard when you are given a bad name and everyone believes it. But I think that maybe I have someone there for me.
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