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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;She's cheating on me, Oscar.&quot; I say to him. We walk to the transit mall downtown after spending some time at the mall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What makes you think so?&quot; The wind blows as he says this. The day has been cold and sad. The sun merely shines through the gray clouds in the sky. &amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Armando's Note</title>
			<description>Armando thinks that his girlfriend of 2 years is cheating on him. He sets up hidden cameras and voice recorders and gets his friend, Oscar to get the evidence he needs to plead his case to her.</description>
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			<title>Loneliness</title>
			<description>I lean against the wallI feel the tears escape from my eyesI think back to all of the memories we had togetherMy heart feels heavyThe feeling of sadness will not go away no matter how hard I tryI feel trapped You are my only antidote to my sadnessYou can only fix my wounded heartI long for you to co..</description>
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			<title>Life's Ways</title>
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			<title>My Private Shahada</title>
			<description>June 6, 2011The night before I wanted to go outsideI was at my grandparents' houseThe backayard was full of natureTall trees all around, no huge houses nearI sat down in a white chair across the place where we roasted marshmellows in the winter timeGood memories thereI looked over at the broken swin..</description>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>My prayers go out to all the poor peopleMy prayers go to out to all the people who were effected by major disastersTo all the people who have got hurt physically or emtionally by someone or somethingTo all the people who are thinking of committing suicideTo all the people who have a major diseaseIt ..</description>
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			<title>Thursday, September 20</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I decided to go to tutoring. I had a dream last night that convinced me. I was in this desert. It was sunny, but I couldn't tell if it was hot. I was standing all alone, but after a minute, this man came up to me. His whole body, but his hands, were covered&amp;nbsp;from a&amp;nbsp;white sheet...</description>
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			<title>Wednesday, September 19</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was called into the principal's office today. I didn't know what I did wrong. Of course the whole class was like &quot;Ooooooooh, Beth.&quot; Typical.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I've seen that you've been failing your classes.&quot; Mr.Smith, the principal said to me in his office. His office smelled like coffe..</description>
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			<title>Tuesday, Semptember 18</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I met a friend on Facebook today. Well, she's not really my best friend yet because we just met. She's really nice. Her name's Aisha. She's fourteen and lives in Alexandria, Egypt. She was so cool. Her sixteen year old brother, Mahmoud,&amp;nbsp;also talled to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They explain..</description>
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			<title>Monday, September 17</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's been six days since I saw the symbol. I can't believe I saw it. I've asked around, but nobody knows what it stands for. I'm literally out of my mind because I want to know what it means.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I saw it at my friend's house. Like always, we were in her garage smoking Crank. ..</description>
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			<title>The Life of Beth Aisha McAdams </title>
			<description>WARNING!!!!!!! MUST BE 13+ TO READ THIS</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;#2319;&amp;#2325; &amp;#2309;&amp;#2343;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2351;&amp;#2366;&amp;#2351;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember when I heard the news. I was a little happy, yet sad. How could it be possible? They can't take away our cultures. The elders have sweet memorie here. Now we're forced to leave our own country. We will all be cold and..</description>
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			<title>If Only It Was Before This</title>
			<description>Dalia's parent's family insists that they visit them in Lebanon. Dalia hates her culture and religion, but still wants to go. Will she rediscover herself?</description>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In 2019, the two most populated countries in the world, China and India, became over populated. China reached over five billion people, despite the child laws. Some people starved to death. Disease spread fast, but thankfully, scientists invented a vaccine to stop it. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ind..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8- Ireland</title>
			<description>&amp;#1640;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1585;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1606;&amp;#1583;&amp;#1575;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm in Ireland in Mike's family's house. His grandparents moved back to Ireland twenty years ago after living in California for thirty years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I meet his aunts and uncles, along with his twin great-aunts. They say ..</description>
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			<title>From Asia to Europe</title>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Are you sure that you want to go through with this?&quot; my mother asks me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Of course. I will come visit, or you can come visit me.&quot; I reply. I can not believe that this is happening. I thought that it would not be possible, but this is real, not a dream. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7- Decisions</title>
			<description>&amp;#1639;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1602;&amp;#1585;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1585;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1578;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What did you think about him?&quot; I ask my parents after the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I think you two should be together.&quot; they both say. I then tell them about what Hussein told me about Matthew. They both swear at him in Ara..</description>
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			<title>One Month Never Forgotten</title>
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			<title>Faith Through the Internet: A True Story</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I walked in the front of my school with my mom and my little brother. It was a new year. It was also a new place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I moved houses in April 2008, which was earlier in the year. At my old school, my best friends were there. I also moved to that school last year because it was..</description>
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			<title>What A Coincidence!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was the worst day at work. My boss gave me a boat load of lectures. He blamed me for things I didn't do. It must be one of Runette's schemes. I thought so. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That women has hated me ever since I began working in the office. I'm not sure why, but it's ridiculous.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>~Title Under Construction~</title>
			<description>Bahirah is dazzled by her culture. She lives her life with her friends of many cultures and loving parents. Her parents announce a trip to their home country for the summer. Her life changes.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6- Truth</title>
			<description>&amp;#1638;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1581;&amp;#1602;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1602;&amp;#1577;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's Tuesday night, which is singing night. We're watching the tapes of us going to our hometown. Mike went to Ireland and Shelly to France also. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now we're watching my clip. The part of Matthew and I talking come..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5- Memories</title>
			<description>&amp;#1637;&amp;#1584;&amp;#1603;&amp;#1585;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1576;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's Mike's birthday today. It's also singing day. There's ony four of us left: Rick, Shelly, Mike, and I. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm now getting ready to take Mike to the mosque. We're scheduled to go at 10 a.m. It's 9:30 a.m. now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4- My Birthday</title>
			<description>&amp;#1636;&amp;#1593;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1583; &amp;#1605;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1583;&amp;#1610;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I made the top 24! Twelve girls and twelve guys made it in. Mike, Rick, and Shelly made it in also. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's now half way through the sean and I've never been in the bottom 3. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The world ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3- Hollywood</title>
			<description>&amp;#1635;&amp;#1607;&amp;#1608;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1608;&amp;#1608;&amp;#1583;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's now Janurary.I've waited a few months to come on the show. I remember watching the auditions episode again. I seemed nervous. The crew came to film me at my house before I auditioned. You know, on audition shows they pick ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2- The Audition</title>
			<description>&amp;#1634;&amp;#1608;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1582;&amp;#1578;&amp;#1576;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1585; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's about 8 a.m. when I stand in line. I'm the last person for audition day number two. There's a lot of people here, but usually a couple hundred make it to Hollywood in every city. I hope that I'll be one of t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- About Me</title>
			<description>&amp;#1633;&amp;#1605;&amp;#1593;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1608;&amp;#1605;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1578; &amp;#1593;&amp;#1606;&amp;#1610;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The city is a busy place. I'm glad I don't live here, but I've lived in busier places. Cairo was over-populated. Beirut was almsot like Cairo. But this is San Francisco. Yes, it's more populated than the li..</description>
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			<title>Alina Kanaan &amp;#1575;&amp;#1604;&amp;#1610;&amp;#1606;&amp;#1575; &amp;#1603;&amp;#1606;&amp;#1593;&amp;#1575;&amp;#1606;</title>
			<description>Alina Kanaan is a famous Arab musician in the Arab world, American world, and French world. While she works to become famous all over the world, conflicts arise because of her religion in America. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Thank you Amilah.&quot; I just tutured Jenny, a girl in my science class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You're welcome.&quot; she walks out of the library of the university. I pack up my stuff and walk out also. When I walk out, I see a tall guy in an army suit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Azan!&quot; I jump up and hug him. He'..</description>
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			<title>Busy Street</title>
			<description>the &quot;I&quot; is not me </description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Thanks Amilah, you're the best.&quot; my friend says. I just gave her a discount on her flowers for her wedding coming up. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You're welcome, Kelly.&quot; Kelly and I have been best friends since kindergarden. One thing we don't have in common, one of us is Muslimah, and the other o..</description>
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			<title>Muslimah</title>
			<description>Amilah is a young Muslimah living in New York, NY. She owns her own flower shop. After 9/11, she struggles to live in the USA. When she walks down the street, she gets harassed because of her hijab.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 19- The End</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Come on! It's time to go!&quot; Mama yelled from the kitchen. Mary and I were in my room getting ready to go to Rabat. Rabat was Morocco's capital. It had a bunch of stores and fun places to go to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Coming!&quot; I shouted back. We finally got ready and walked to the kitchen.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Picture Book</title>
			<description>a book of pictures that i love</description>
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			<title>Hospital Bed</title>
			<description>She looks at the clockTime has caught up to herThe life that she lived was fantasticShe had two sons and a daughterThey&amp;nbsp;all grew up healthy and happyThey had children Bright childrenShe looks at her photo album in her bed in the hospitalShe smiles from the photos of her children..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 18- Hidden Family</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;They'll call me when they land.&quot; Mama said in the kitchen that morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Alright. Will we meet them at the airport?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;If you're still in school, then I'm just going.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Why?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You know why. You need to put education first.&quot;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 17- The Truth </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Thank Allah you're found.&quot; Mama said as we walked through the door of my house. It was dark when we got there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Mama!&quot; I ran and hugged her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You guys, I must go. I'll see you tomorrow.&quot; Majd said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Thank you so much Majd. Can Lina go on the bu..</description>
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			<title>Pictures of Stuff In Story</title>
			<description>will be updated</description>
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			<title>Chapter 16- Marrakesh</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Don't leave me! Please don't!&quot; I yelled standing with Majd at the beach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;One day, I'll join you. You can always appear in my dreams.&quot; he said with tears in his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I don't wanna leave!&quot; He kissed me at the same spot we had our first kiss at. Suddently, I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 15- Die</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hours went by in the basement. It was dark again after the sunny day. I was bored and hungry. I cried myself a river. I kept thinking of ways to escape, but they'd never succeed. Every two hours, Mike would come and ask me if I was ready to apologize. I always said no.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Co..</description>
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			<title>Obsessed</title>
			<description>I'm obsessed with musicWith Arabic musicWith Arabic cultureWith every culture&amp;nbsp;I'm obsessed with animalsWith dogsWith catsWith horses&amp;nbsp;I'm obsessed with moviesWith comediesWith romantic moviesWith action movies&amp;nbsp;I'm obsessed with writingWith ethnic writing..</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>I flip through the traveling books I got from the library last weekendI got it for Africa and EgyptAs I read about the places, it makes me want to travel more and moreI can'tWhy not?I don't have the moneyMy parents also would never let me go to the places I'd like to go to unless I was a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>September 9, 2020Cairo, EgyptMy family is talking about making a pilgramage to Mecca, Saudi Arabia. If you're a Muslim, if possible, you must go to Mecca, Saudi Arabia at least once in your lifetime. You pray at the Ka'aba. The Ka'aba is a big square. It was said that Abraham and his son built it. T..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>September 8, 2020Cairo, EgyptI got this diary for a gift yesterday. Yesterday, I turned 18 years old. Yes, I got it for my birthday like Anne Frank. Except, that my life is nothing like her life was. I'm not Jewish. I'm not in the 1940's. I'm not her age. There are many more things I can list. My na..</description>
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			<title>Diary of the Princess of Egypt</title>
			<description>i started to write it in 10-22-09 but have only made 2 chaptersso far</description>
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			<title>The Earthquake</title>
			<description>i wrote it for school about 8 months ago</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14- Basement</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My eyes opened. The tiredness wore off. I didn't know how long I slept for. I was still in the same dark room. I decided to look for a light switch. I stood up and walked very slowly to find a wall. As my hand was on the wall, I felt something. It was a light switch, that's what I thoug..</description>
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			<title>Red Lipstick</title>
			<description>She looks at herself in the mirrorShe's covered with bruises Every bruise represents a time where she's gotten abusedHer mom beats her on a daily basisA&amp;nbsp;9 year old girl should live a good lifeShe touches her long, straight blonde hair&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why am I living?&quot; she asks herselfShe ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13- Almost Abandoned House</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of the Moroccan students gathered in our school library. The orientation was starting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hi everyone! Welcome to our orientation! My name is Eva Ridley. As you all know, your child has been picked to participate in our trip in America. There, we'll be learning English a..</description>
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