Chapter 3

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He was like a dream. I saw him at the masjid every Friday and pray (more than I see moe). But that doesn't mean he's a good Muslim. I sat next to his mom once, when she called him over I had to look away. I think I heard the mom say "I hope he has a good wife". I don't know his name or remember his name or his face but I do

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