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…