This Fourth of July, I bought an American flag. As a refugee, I bought this flag not because America is perfect, but because of its promise. The first time I saw the American flag, I was nine years old. My family and I were at the Pakistan–Afghanistan border, preparing to return to Afghanistan after years […]
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