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I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. I used it as a prayer rug. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koran verses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabul and asked for kindness from a God I wasn’t sure existed. I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and certainty.
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