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Un foulard pour Djelila

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For readers of The Tyrant’s Daughter , Out of Nowhere , and I Am Malala , this poignant story about two Muslim sisters is about love, loss, religion, forgiveness, women’s rights, and freedom. Two sisters. Two lives. One future. Sohane loves no one more than her beautiful, carefree younger sister, Djelila. And she hates no one as much. They used to share everything. But now, Djelila is spending more time with her friends, partying, and hanging out with boys, while Sohane is becoming more religious. When Sohane starts wearing a head scarf, her school threatens to expel her. Meanwhile, Djelila is harassed by neighborhood bullies for not being Muslim enough . Sohane can’t help thinking that Djelila deserves what she gets. But she never could have imagined just how far things would go. . .

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Un foulard pour Djelila, Amélie Sarn

Język
Rok wydania
2008
Oprawa
(miękka),
Stan książki
Dobry
Cena
15,90 zł

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3,6
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32 Ocena

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Tytuł
Un foulard pour Djelila
Wydawca
Klett
Rok wydania
2008
Oprawa
miękka
Liczba stron
111
ISBN10
3125922445
ISBN13
9783125922440
Seria
Ocena
3,55 z 5
Opis
For readers of The Tyrant’s Daughter , Out of Nowhere , and I Am Malala , this poignant story about two Muslim sisters is about love, loss, religion, forgiveness, women’s rights, and freedom. Two sisters. Two lives. One future. Sohane loves no one more than her beautiful, carefree younger sister, Djelila. And she hates no one as much. They used to share everything. But now, Djelila is spending more time with her friends, partying, and hanging out with boys, while Sohane is becoming more religious. When Sohane starts wearing a head scarf, her school threatens to expel her. Meanwhile, Djelila is harassed by neighborhood bullies for not being Muslim enough . Sohane can’t help thinking that Djelila deserves what she gets. But she never could have imagined just how far things would go. . .