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  It all started when a ten year old girl moved from Hartford,Alabama
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to Tampa,Florida. She was a Muslim and so was her family. She was a
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    There once was a young muslim girl named Fatima who moved from Tuscon, Arizona to Tampa Florida. She was a beautiful girl.  She was very nice. She had long brown hair down to her hips, and she had soft skin, and she was very obedient.
lovely little girl anyone would be blessed to have her.She followed
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Anyone, even the worst cons and burglars, would be pleased to have her. But her mother treated her like a piece of garbageClean the dishes, take out the trash, and did you even start making dinner?  You've got three mouths to feed including yourself, now get to work. Her mother would scold.
directions all the time and payed closed attention to every word you
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But one day she decided to sit under the beautiful tree that stood outside. Maybe after I unpack, she thought. So she sat under her beautiful tree and admired the pretty weather. The sun on her cheeks made her look rosy, but she frowned. She heard footsteps approaching. "Oh, no. My mother's gonna kill me", she worried.</p><p>  But it was not Fatima's mother, it was her next door neighbor.  Her neighbor was munching on a green crunchy fruit. "Hey, I'm Laura", the girl said. "I'm Fatima", she replied.  The girl, Laura, was carrying some kind of small book with a purple ribbon.  "May I ask why you are carrying that book with a purple ribbon?", Fatima asked.
said.She was almost perfect.The sweetest child ever. Her hair was straiter
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than the lines on a sheet of paper and it was browner than brownies fresh
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"Oh, well, I always carry my bible around".
out of the oven.Her eyes were dark brown and had a special shine in it.
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"What's a bible?"
She was taller than her mother. She was not only nice she was beautiful.
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"Wow, you've never heard of a bible? It is a book of rules and answers."
Every day when looked out the window her hair shined in a special way.
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"Oh, so it is like the Koran?"
Her hair was so long that it touched her hipsAfter ten years she got bored
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"Huh? Well, you can have mine, because I can just go to the bookstore and get another one".
of doing the same thing over and over. To her it felt like it was a
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"Thank you", Fatima said, as she carefully took the book from Laura's hand.
schedule. Like everything was already planed out for her life. The only
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"Well, I gotta run. I've need to help my mother bake a cake, and you might want to go also.  I think it's gonna pour", Laura said.Fatima started to get up.
thing she ever heard her parents say was do this, do that blah blah blah
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blah blah etc. So one day she decided to go outside. She never really been                This is
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She looked up and a raindrop plopped on her forehead. So she started to walk. A drop fell from the heavens and tickled her cheek. She looked around then at her feet. What if mother had called her? She raced back to her house then slammed the door shut. thankfully when she got back her mother was fast asleep. OH no she forgot her book! Fatima stared out at the pouring rain. Even though she had never read that book she felt a burn in her throat, she had to get it back.But when she looked carefully under the tree she saw that there was no damage. She saw that not one drop of water had touched the book, but a bright light shining on it. As soon as the rain stopped she rushed outside to grab her book before her mother woke up. She skipped along the grass and when she took her bible, she hugged it victoriously. Her friend,Sofia from Arizona was coming over tomorrow and she wanted to show her the new book. Today she wanted to make something special for Sofia and put it in the fridge. But first she had to make dinner. She got the frozen cheese pizza and started to heat it up. Done. Then she got the old rusty cookbook that she found when she moved in. She found a delicious recipe for coconut cream cake but it looked hard,really hard. She made it anyway but it turned out to be too fluffy.
outside only from tiny trips from the house to the car to mosque.She had a                  Laura
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big backyard and her yard had a great big tree on it. She sat down under the
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So she filled the cracks in with creamy vanilla icing so no one would know that it was to puffy. She served the pizza to her family and one slice for her. Then she tried to serve some cake to her mom and with two mouth fulls her mom said, "Average."Then Fatima rushed to her room and quickly put the word in big letters across the `Greatest things my mom ever said to me!`list. Then she tried a slice herself. She tasted a rainbow! But it could have been a pot of gold if she had added the caramel sprinkles that her mom had locked in the pantry for special times like Ramadan. (after the fasting days.) Then she tried to give some to her dad when he got back from work. He took one bite and said "Its just perfect,honey."then he threw up in the kitchen sink.(the side without the garbage disposal.) Her dad had to call the plumber because her mom was afraid to get her newly designed plastic fingernails in there. And dad was busy eating cake. But her dad explained, it wasn't the cake that made him barf,it was that he choked on his garlic chocolate granola mint this morning at breakfast and the taste from it lasted all day until finally he threw up. And he said that he will never buy anything from any of the vending machines in his work office ever again even if it only has 14 calories. Fatima stuck the cake it the fridge and hoped that tomorrow her friend would tell the truth about the mystical cake. The next morning she found herself with her head stuck in Luke, from the bible. she was reading about a man named Jesus. Was there really this man,this man who forgave people of doing wrong? Fatima marked her spot with a green crayon and stuffed it in her drawer when she heard the doorbell ring twice. But it was not Sofia. It was the mailman who came to deliver a brown package. Her mom who ripped the box viciously stepped on Fatima toe on her way to throw the package away. Fatima was used to this kind of behavior but was now curious about what her mom threw away. As soon as her mother left she dug up a small white book. She knew it! Why was her mom so against these bibles? She looked at it again. It was "Our daily Bread" a book that her family had been getting it ever since Fatima was five years old. She had remembered that her mom got furious and sent a letter back complaining and cursing about "You know who my god is and my god will protect me from your misdeed and cruelty. Never send another stinky book and if you do i will never read it the rest of my life on earth or my afterlife! Now leave my family be!"her mother yelled thought the paper. Though Fatima never thought this possible. But the Christians didnt stop and that made her mom even more furious.She heard a knock on the door and quickly put all the wrapping in the garbage can and went to go answer the door.  
big tree. She heard footsteps. At first she thought it was her mom telling 
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her to pick up her lazy self and do the dishes. They got louder. She heard a
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crunching sound. Then she looked to her right and then, walking straight towards
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her was a girl. She looked the same age as Fatima. Fatima saw her eating a  
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green oval shaped fruit that she never heard of. It smelled so sweet that she
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couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get that?". "Huh?""Oh,never mind"
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"Um, what is that book in your hand?" she said. "Oh this? Its my Bible." "Bible?"
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"yeah, you never heard of it?." "Nope." "WOW, I've got to tell Katie.  
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And by the way you can have my Bible. Whats your name?" "Fatima."
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"Oh, my name is Laura. I have to go to help my mom bake a cake. And you  
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might want to go in your house to, i think it might rain." So Laura rushed
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inside her house and closed the door. Fatima decided to go in too. She walked.  
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But she felt her hair get wet. Water came down from the sky and tickled her neck.  
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Soon it was raining she hurried to her house and tried not to get her new book wet.  
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She opened the door and slammed it shut. She quickly went into her room and hid
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her book in her clothes drawer. "Where were you?",said her mom. "I was outside."
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"Were you?" "Yes mam. I made a friend." "Oh,well then you can invite your friend over,
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and ask her to help you wash the dishes! Now get on over and wash the dishes!",she yelled.
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"Yes mam." So Fatima washed the dishes, then made some mashed potato for
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her family's dinner. And then she went in her room grabbed her photo album and sat
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on her bed. Ever since she moved to Tampa she was thinking extra hard about her best
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friend Sophia Jackson. She looked through all the pictures of her and Sophia.
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She wondered if Sophia already had a new best friend. The next day she would find out.
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She invited Sophia over. "If she found a new friend then im gonna find a new friend too!",  
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she thought. She slammed the book closed and put it back in her shelf. She grabbed her Bible
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out of her drawer and opened it to a random page. "Luke 6:31 Do to others as you would have
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others do to you.", she repeated in her head over and over. "I would not want her to  
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have another best friend besides me. But I dont want to be mad at her even when
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she did not do any thing." She flipped a couple more pages hoping she would learn
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something else. she did. Luke 10:27 Love the Lord your God will all your heart and with
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all you soul and with all your strength and will all your mind and love your neighbor
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as yourself. "Dinner time!",her mom said. "Coming!" She quickly closed the book and put
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it in her drawer. Then hurried to the table. She went to the table grabbed her mashed
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potato and walked back to her room. She sat in her desk and put the potato on top.
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She wasn't really hungry. She thought about her friend. She was glad Sophia was
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coming tomorrow. Her mom liked Sophia. Well, thats how it seemed. When ever Sophia
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was over her mom made lunch. And let me tell you she made fabulous pizza.
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But when Sophia was not there her mom made Fatima make the pizza. Sometimes when she
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was in Alabama she would invite Sophia over just  so her mom would not be mad a her.
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She even wrote a little song about her mom:I'm the biggest person you know theres no doubt
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I'm so very mad and very very loud when I get all steamed up hear me shout I'll hit you
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over and knock you out! She thought it was funny but she threw it away anyway.
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She ate a little bit. Then she threw her food away. She brushed her teeth then went to sleep.
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The next morning she was very exited. She did everything so quickly that her mom was dizzy.
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Finally the door bell rung and it was Sofia. Fatima rushed to the door and opened it.
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She hugged her friend tight and took her into her room. She told her all about the Bible
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and her new friend and how she might get to meet a girl named Katie. So then the went in
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the back yard and sat down under the tree. She showed Sofia her book and they took turns
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reading it.Until Laura arrived with all hẻ friends beside her. "Hi Fatima." Laura said.
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"Oh, this is Sofia.""Nice to meet you Sofia. This is Katie, and Jamie, and thats Katie's
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little sister, Mary." "Bible! Bible! Read it! Read it!", said Mary. Sofia giggled.
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"So what are you guys doing?"Jamie said. "Reading."said Fatima. "What do you want to do?"
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said Katie. "Eat!"laura said. "seriously. Your always hungry!" "Dont tease my stomach!"
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Laura said with a grin. "How about we all ask our mothers to go shopping!" "Jamie!"said
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laura and katie.
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Latest revision as of 14:31, 14 February 2023

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There once was a young muslim girl named Fatima who moved from Tuscon, Arizona to Tampa Florida. She was a beautiful girl. She was very nice. She had long brown hair down to her hips, and she had soft skin, and she was very obedient. Anyone, even the worst cons and burglars, would be pleased to have her. But her mother treated her like a piece of garbage. Clean the dishes, take out the trash, and did you even start making dinner? You've got three mouths to feed including yourself, now get to work. Her mother would scold. But one day she decided to sit under the beautiful tree that stood outside. Maybe after I unpack, she thought. So she sat under her beautiful tree and admired the pretty weather. The sun on her cheeks made her look rosy, but she frowned. She heard footsteps approaching. "Oh, no. My mother's gonna kill me", she worried.

But it was not Fatima's mother, it was her next door neighbor. Her neighbor was munching on a green crunchy fruit. "Hey, I'm Laura", the girl said. "I'm Fatima", she replied. The girl, Laura, was carrying some kind of small book with a purple ribbon. "May I ask why you are carrying that book with a purple ribbon?", Fatima asked.

"Oh, well, I always carry my bible around". "What's a bible?" "Wow, you've never heard of a bible? It is a book of rules and answers." "Oh, so it is like the Koran?" "Huh? Well, you can have mine, because I can just go to the bookstore and get another one". "Thank you", Fatima said, as she carefully took the book from Laura's hand. "Well, I gotta run. I've need to help my mother bake a cake, and you might want to go also. I think it's gonna pour", Laura said.Fatima started to get up.

She looked up and a raindrop plopped on her forehead. So she started to walk. A drop fell from the heavens and tickled her cheek. She looked around then at her feet. What if mother had called her? She raced back to her house then slammed the door shut. thankfully when she got back her mother was fast asleep. OH no she forgot her book! Fatima stared out at the pouring rain. Even though she had never read that book she felt a burn in her throat, she had to get it back.But when she looked carefully under the tree she saw that there was no damage. She saw that not one drop of water had touched the book, but a bright light shining on it. As soon as the rain stopped she rushed outside to grab her book before her mother woke up. She skipped along the grass and when she took her bible, she hugged it victoriously. Her friend,Sofia from Arizona was coming over tomorrow and she wanted to show her the new book. Today she wanted to make something special for Sofia and put it in the fridge. But first she had to make dinner. She got the frozen cheese pizza and started to heat it up. Done. Then she got the old rusty cookbook that she found when she moved in. She found a delicious recipe for coconut cream cake but it looked hard,really hard. She made it anyway but it turned out to be too fluffy.

So she filled the cracks in with creamy vanilla icing so no one would know that it was to puffy. She served the pizza to her family and one slice for her. Then she tried to serve some cake to her mom and with two mouth fulls her mom said, "Average."Then Fatima rushed to her room and quickly put the word in big letters across the `Greatest things my mom ever said to me!`list. Then she tried a slice herself. She tasted a rainbow! But it could have been a pot of gold if she had added the caramel sprinkles that her mom had locked in the pantry for special times like Ramadan. (after the fasting days.) Then she tried to give some to her dad when he got back from work. He took one bite and said "Its just perfect,honey."then he threw up in the kitchen sink.(the side without the garbage disposal.) Her dad had to call the plumber because her mom was afraid to get her newly designed plastic fingernails in there. And dad was busy eating cake. But her dad explained, it wasn't the cake that made him barf,it was that he choked on his garlic chocolate granola mint this morning at breakfast and the taste from it lasted all day until finally he threw up. And he said that he will never buy anything from any of the vending machines in his work office ever again even if it only has 14 calories. Fatima stuck the cake it the fridge and hoped that tomorrow her friend would tell the truth about the mystical cake. The next morning she found herself with her head stuck in Luke, from the bible. she was reading about a man named Jesus. Was there really this man,this man who forgave people of doing wrong? Fatima marked her spot with a green crayon and stuffed it in her drawer when she heard the doorbell ring twice. But it was not Sofia. It was the mailman who came to deliver a brown package. Her mom who ripped the box viciously stepped on Fatima toe on her way to throw the package away. Fatima was used to this kind of behavior but was now curious about what her mom threw away. As soon as her mother left she dug up a small white book. She knew it! Why was her mom so against these bibles? She looked at it again. It was "Our daily Bread" a book that her family had been getting it ever since Fatima was five years old. She had remembered that her mom got furious and sent a letter back complaining and cursing about "You know who my god is and my god will protect me from your misdeed and cruelty. Never send another stinky book and if you do i will never read it the rest of my life on earth or my afterlife! Now leave my family be!"her mother yelled thought the paper. Though Fatima never thought this possible. But the Christians didnt stop and that made her mom even more furious.She heard a knock on the door and quickly put all the wrapping in the garbage can and went to go answer the door.