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HananHananHer flight route to “the states,” as Americans like to refer to their country, had taken her from Greece, to Germany, to New York, and finally Atlanta.
Hanan had traveled abroad when she was younger, completing her primary education in England, and then returning to Syria for university, so such travels did not unnerve her, as it did many of the other refugees she came with. She could tell from their astonishment and fear that some of them had never even been on a plane.
She had smiled to reassure them, gently and confidently, hoping her calm would be contagious. They traveled in a group of ten, and the remaining nine of her group comprised of two families, one from Afghanistan and the other from the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Each had a mother, a father a
