"Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to push Kevin off of me. He grabbed me by my hair underneath my hijab (headscarf) and pushed me to the floor.
"Next time, don't mess with me you black terrorist!" He shouted as he let go of my headscarf.
Meet Juwariy...
In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.
Assalamu Alaikum. I hope you are all doing well. Thank you so much for clicking on my book."Bad boy meets Hijabi" is an Interracial love story between a Juwariya and Kevin. I'll try my best to keep my characters simple and relatable to you all. I hope you enjoy reading my book!
DISCLAIMER.
This book is purely fictional. Any incident, death or anything relating to this book is completely the Author imagination. This book is completely fictional and completely replicates the author's imagination. All names, characters and Incidents are completely fictional. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead is purely coincidental.
This book is a copyrighted story so please don't copy my work (just show some support. I would appreciate that). My book does not represent Islam, it represents most Muslims nowadays. My characters are not perfect Muslims.
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JUWARIYA HASSAN
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KEVIN HART
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INTRODUCTION
Hey! My name is Juwariya Hassan. I know right! I have a normal name! I'm a bit weird as you can see. Very weird. Or just unique.
Most people don't pronounce my name correctly. You would hear some people call me Juju, juwaaaari or sometimes Juwariyatu.
I live with my family in Lagos, Nigeria. My family and I lived in Kaduna, which is in Northern Nigeria, before residing in Lagos which is in the Southeastern part of Nigeria.
I come from the Yoruba ethnic group of Nigeria. They are considered to be the largest ethnic group and the loudest, so I know where I got it from.
I speak two Nigerian languages which are Hausa and Yoruba.
I was born into the family of Mr and Mrs Hassan. I am the oldest of my parent's children. I have two younger siblings, Anwar and Kauthar. Anwar is a bit of a naughty boy. He likes to play pranks and of course, he likes to trouble his little sister Kauthar. Typical of brothers am I right?
Kauthar is the baby of the house. She loves me - her older sister - so much and looks up to me. She is a very cute little girl.
As you can tell already, I have issues. I can't stand people who racially discriminate or segregate others.
There was a time I stood up for a new Indian boy at my secondary school who was being mock by the other kids in school because he had a turban on.
Ever since then, I decided to pursue my career as a human rights lawyer/activist so I can stand up for people. However, as I grew older, I had a change of mind. I began to have a passion for journalism.
When I told my parents, my mom was very disappointed. In an African household, there are only five professional careers recognized. You either become a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer/architect or a disgrace (lol).
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