Hans Rustad So we’re sitting outside the Indian restaurant next door, having a beer in the late June evening sunshine, when a family walks by. First, the dad and two small sons, the dad wearing a taqiyah and djellaba; 10 steps behind them, two females in hijab. The dad spots us, and meets my eyes, and gives […]
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