(part of the story)
THE NEW ZIDONIANS
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You can be a citizen or you can be stateless, but it is difficult to imagine being a border[i]
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My name is Rajiya. My father is Muhammad, like the great Prophet, and my mother is Michal, like the legendary daughter of Saul, the ancient King of Israel. It is odd; it would rather seem odd ten years ago, to think of a Muhammad and a Michal to be married. It would once be odd as well to think of a Rajiya, a ‘hopefull’[ii] to live in this world, a world that for the last forty years suffered war, conflict and tragedy. As most people believe, with the joys of careless life sunken into oblivion. My homeland was an island in this archipelago of conflict....
