I completed grade three and started grade four. It was in grade four that I finally started to feel comfortable in my new school. One of the cool girls invited me to take part in Secret Santa, and I was over the moon to be included with all her cool girlfriends. I came home and told my mom the exciting news. “I’m not buying anything for that kafir and her stupid kafir holiday,” she said, briefly turning away from the TV screen. “Can I bring something from home? Can we just buy wrapping paper?” I stood there, wringing my hands, hoping, hoping. “Why are you such a kafir lover?” The words
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