My head was hurting. Blood was dripping on the floor, was it mine? I wasn't sure. I could hear faint voices in the distance, laughter perhaps. My limp body lay flat on the floor, bruised on every side. As I tried to get up, a hand grabbed my head and pushed me back down. The last thing I heard was a man's voice:
" What the fuck are you?"
The question I had been asking myself for a long time.
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Teen FictionOmar, a 17 year old Muslim boy, has reached the correct age to get married to a young woman. Though how to get married to a woman when you're attracted to men? Or is he... That's the question he's been asking himself for a long time... [WORK IN PROG...
