I arrived in Egypt in 2001, having given up my job as a US-based journalist. I wanted to do something away from the world's daily troubles, something practical, and so I took on the task of educating well-heeled kindergarteners in Cairo. This went on for two exhausting years.
In my first week as a teacher, I was given a list of my pupils. Each had a letter in the column beside his or her name, either a C or an M. Nada and Daniel and Sara were Cs. Other students – I believe the rest of them – were Ms.
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