No, I'm Not A Terrorist

No, I'm Not A Terrorist

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She is a good Muslim girl. He is the former best friend that turned into the bad boy. What happens when Halal is mixed with Haram. Will she fix him? Or will he destroy her? In a society where racism and ignorance gets you on the top of the presidential campaign, She fights the bullying in high school, all while helping the bad boy change his ways. And no, she's not a terrorist.
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What happens when you move from your big, diverse, and colourful city, where you feel like you belong in The Big Apple to a small, uncultured town in New Jersey? Alaa Osman, a smart and sassy 15 year old is starting out at her new High school, and she's one of the only Sudanese Muslim girls; and add Hijabi into the mix. Join Alaa as she navigates her journey of faith, family life, a confusing and massive crush, friendships, and being the black sheep at her High school. ------------------------------ He mumbles, and all I hear is, "You're right. I don't want to,". Don't want to what? Don't want to lose me to somebody else? Don't want to say goodbye to me? Don't want to regret not saying the last goodbye? A million questions raced my mind. He stepped out of the car. I'd never seen him look so devastated. I thought this was an apology, but it wasn't; it was goodbye. "Hey," I waved slightly and even made a point to smile a little bit, the type of wave and smile we sent each other across the hall. He sent one right back. That's it, maybe things would be better between us. But when his smile faded, I knew they wouldn't. Now mind you, he wasn't usually the type to hold grudges. But this was different, I guess. "Well I guess this is the end." He shrugs.

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