Evan Di Cesare

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“Doktor Majid! Doktor Majid!” the children called out, and he caught the surprise in my face. I had not taken him for an educated man. I had viewed him with Amy’s eyes. This he saw. And I lowered my eyes, embarrassed by the judgment he knew I had made in our initial contact.
Mornings in Jenin
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