Amalina Ariffin

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There was no time to fear, to feel. No time to comprehend that loss sounded like a C-130 fleeing Saigon, a name that the city itself would lose. Loss of a name. Loss of a country. Loss of an identity. Loss of a childhood. Loss of innocence.
Saving Five: A Memoir of Hope
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