The gentleman who bought me my chicken wings dinner tonight (who has delivered food to my place a couple of times), asked me quickly after handing me the food, "sister, are you from Pakistan or India" I replied. And then he told me stories of how he is from Iraq and lived in Pakistan as a refugee for 9 years! And then before quickly leaving, he smiled and said, ok, take care sister, good night! And rushed off. Don't know, there was something so different in that man. In his smile.
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