I'm not a terrorist

I'm not a terrorist

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Being of middle eastern descent isn't always easy. Especially not for 16 year old Sepideh Amid. Nice light tan skin. Dark brown, long, thick, wavy hair. Nice big eyebrows. Sepideh has Persian in her blood. Sepideh was born in Florida when her parents moved from Iran to America for a better life. As they got jobs, have two beautiful girls life was great for them. But not Sepideh. For her life in America isn't so much full of sunshine. Sepideh is bullied, mocked, pushed and verbally abused by her peers for being Persian. Everyday she is called a terrorist, they blamed her for terrorists attacks, and telling to go back to her country and much more. No ones there to help her. Until someone finally steps in and changed her life forever.... ____________________________________ This story is based off my own bulling encounters. I am of Persian descent and the whole story is me telling people what it's like being Persian and bullied for it. I hope you enjoy it.
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