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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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'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

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