In a midnight taxi from Newark airport to Manhattan, I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I saw the Muslim name on the driver's identification and immediately nailed its provenance.
"You're Egyptian, yes?" It's a knack of sorts, utterly useless in many ways, but having grown up around the world and...
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