No, I'm Not A Terrorist
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Last published Wed, Jul 26, 2017
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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