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I don't speak Arabic, but I do speak the universal language of boy.

Youssif sat on the carpet of his new apartment clutching a Matchbox car. He might've just arrived in the States, but there are signs his mood is already changing.

He signaled to me. It was a sign I am well familiar with, being the father of a 3-year-old boy. Get on the floor and let's crash cars. Youssif and I held our hands in the air, counting, "One, two, three!" Me in English. He, Arabic. Read full article »

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