Childhood
A Quiet Chaos
I had my first panic attack when I was 7 years old and I can remember it as clearly as though it were yesterday.
I had my first panic attack when I was 7 years old and I can remember it as clearly as though it were yesterday.
I was born on the eastern coast of Canada, in a place too big to call a town, and too small to consider a city, at least by my own considerations. In reality, we were classified as a city, though most of us wouldn’t know the real definition of that word for years to come.
It frequently occurs to me, many people don’t realize not all Muslims are the same. But Muslims are not a
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