I texted Neda when I was outside of Haines. She met me outside. I didn’t know how to put on a Hijab and asked her if she could help me put it on. She said that it wasn’t necessary and I began to wonder if she was pulling my leg. She dragged me into the room where the Imam was lecturing and I eyed the individuals in the room. I recognized several people immediately: Amina, Nader, Farhat, and many more. [...]
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