Identity crisis: expectations confuse even me

The immigration officer checked my passport one more time and asked me a few more questions than he had asked the other passengers, so it took a bit longer than it did with everyone else. He told me to put my veil behind my ears so they would be visible to the camera, and I […]

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My mother’s story of loss is now my story

Both of us were in tears when my mother told me her life story, about her sacrificed youth. She started with a smile, talking about her high school in Kabul and how she was living happily with the whole family. Afghanistan had been flourishing under the government ruled by the President Najibullah Ahmadzai until the […]

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