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Personal Narrative: My Arab Experience

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One school year at Clippert Academy which was an all Mexican school and was hard to attend, because ‎I was the only Muslim going there. There wasn 't really any other ethnics but 99% of them were ‎Mexican and 1% other. Being the only Arab going there was probably one of the hardest things I have ‎come over from. It was such a different experience, I was judged for it and, couple of times bullied ‎too. In addition, it did get to me sometimes but in the end, it only made me stronger and got to me to ‎where I am. However, going there for a couple months meeting new people seeing how people are ‎and learning new things from different people. One of the students that I was friends with told me ‎that before I went to Clippert they had a whole assembly

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