She walks like a holy person approaching a temple. Her feet make no sound on the ground as if she doesn’t belong to this world. She is a refugee. — The first time I meet Ruqaya, shes wearing a muddy-colored hemp abaya that covers her entire body from her neck to her toes. Over her head, she wears a hijab in the same subdued color. It’s impossible to know her age from behind her clothes and her solemn expression. Her…

He’s finding it hard to focus, hard to listen to the teachers — some of whom, he says, look like they woke up drunk. — Yesterday Aryn called me. He asked if I understood what ADHD is. He wanted to know if he had it. He’s been stuck at home, like all of us during COVID. He’s finding it hard to focus, hard to listen to the teachers — some of whom, he says, look…