“It turns out that a sandstorm is not the same wherever it occurs”

AAs a young girl, I checked the weather by looking out the window of my fifth-floor apartment. We lived in a congested part of Cairo, and some days were what I called “orange weather,” when sandstorms fogged the streets below. On those days, I knew I couldn’t go to school. I had asthma and needed …

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