"Well, my mother is Muslim and my dad was Catholic." "But what do you believe?" Death asked. "I believe that I'm dead and talking to the bloody grim reaper. And despite the fact that I'm the one wearing the hijab, I'm showing more skin than you are." "Haha," Death mocked and waved around a skeletal hand. "Funny. Really, it's great you have a sense of humor. You'll need it where we're going." "Where is that?" "Come on. We're taking a ride." "You didn't answer the question." (()) A tale about a dead girl and a walking, talking skeleton. «Not meant to be spiritual or demonstrating perfect Islam. Just involving a Muslim character» «Meant to advertise acceptance and love for all»
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