Hello, Hyderabad (or the saddest story I ever heard)

On my flight from Sharjah, I sat next to a woman who worked as a maid for an Emirati family. They stole her belongings and sent her back to India without warning, without even letting her say goodbye to her husband. My essay on what it felt to share a sea

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