Spring 2007; or maybe tomorrow Sara Rahman was my best friend then. “BFFs, Amber,” she often said to me. And some of the best times we had were while walking home from school. We joked and laughed about everything – stuff in school, books she was reading, her dorky big brother Ahmed, even some of…

via Another Story for an Era’s End: “I Hate Dill Pickles” — A Friendly Letter

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