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My Writer's Voice Entry

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Through the luck of the Rafflecopter draw, I got picked to enter the Writer’s Voice, a multi-blog, multi-agent contest hosted by Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.), Monica B.W. of Love YA, and Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes. (You can read all about it here.) As part of the contest, here are my query + 250!

My Query:

DECIDING HIJAB is a 15,100 worded multicultural, girly YA. 15 year old Yasmeen recently started wearing the headscarf. Along with covering up comes problems. She faces an atheist teacher giving mis-information and getting unwanted attention from a boy.

Some good comes out of this, Yasmeen meets a faithful Christian girl named Jenna and she has a load of questions for her interest in their religion, Islam. They faces many problems, yet that doesn't stop them from being who they are and want to be.

I'm a muslim college student and poet. I have been published in two small Muslim girl magazines and a couple Muslim girl websites. Recently I submitted a poem on Teen Ink and received an 'Editor's Choice' award. I'm also on a Muslim youth magazine editorial board.

Thank you for considering my writing and I hope to hear back soon.

First 250 Words:

I remember as a toddler I always go to the mosque with my mom and sister. It is another Friday, yet we are rushing. My mom didn't get anything to keep me busy or put on my headscarf. At the mosque while everyone is listening, I wander around the room. I like seeing all the women and girls in their scarves. They are colorful.

Getting bored, I go to my sister. I pet my own hair. Then I touch my sister's scarf. She understands what I want, but doesn't have my scarf, so she sends me to my mom. I do what I did to my sister to my mom. She gives me my scarf. I go back to sister to help me put it on. After that I sit down patiently.

We don't stay in the community too long. We always have to move. From state to state, I go to three schools in four years. Finally, in fifth grade my family settled in a small town. I'm Yasmeen and I start seventh grade in a few days. Ramadan is starting, too.

On the first night of Ramadan we have a small iftar at home. The next day my parents invite the community to our house for Iftar. I'm glad I made friends quickly or it would have been more awkward than it actually was. My friend, Noor and I sit in my room talking where every few minutes my brothers and their older friends keep barging into my room.

Love, Fida Islaih
(all writing is mine & copyrighted unless stated otherwise).

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