April Contest

NORTHERN NIGHTMARE

“kill her!” Every voice spoke against me. I writhed and gently raised my body from the ground, but I got a horrid kick sending me right back. Everything was normal some minutes ago
“This hijab is too long Ego!” my mother threw at me that morning; she never liked my choice of fashion. I wasn’t a Muslim nor from the north but my friend Aisha was and I borrowed one of her hijabs for the holidays. Now I had my life in my throat trying to explain to deaf ears that I had nothing to do with the bomb explosion

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