Rana, Sara, Salar and I were best friends. The last time I saw them, before I escaped Iran, we were around 18 years old. None of us could understand the strange society we found ourselves in. And we understood that in each other. We called ourselves the “Brooklyn Babies” because we decided to live as we thought a New York native would live. That was our…
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