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I am not a Muslim, but on my nüfus kâğıdı, the Turkish identity papers, as…
At a Christmas gathering at a cousin’s house in Maryland I mentioned to my five-year-old…
Dad let me stew in the holding cell for eight hours. By then, the vomit…
My mother and tías warn me about dating Colombian men: “Esos no sirven.” They say…
Six months ago, on a stifling summer morning in Calcutta, the wrong baby died. The…