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"Ziza, Ziza, look!" A small finger jutted out into the pallid blue sky, indicating the myriad of kites that rode the wind up above. Following the boy from which the finger came was his family of four others—Laila, his mother; Tariq, his father figure; his older sister, Aziza; and baby sister, Mariam—looking slightly conspicuous in their atypical clothing to America, where ubiquitous T-shirts and jeans roamed the streets. The family stepped onto the grass of a park where children pulled on strings and chased each other around blithely, parents mingling and keeping an eye out as they reclined at the foot of trees. As Tariq sat back,