Personal Narrative: My Experience With Native Americans

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When I was 11, my father was employed in London so visits to the predominantly Asian community at South Hall were common. Cold evenings in the narrow alleys were spent pacing between shops, jumping over stalls set on the street and occasionally buying my favorite superhero designed roller skates. But the thing I remember the most out of these experiences is how, almost on a daily basis, I would interact with Indians living in the area. Our conversations went beyond our religious and political differences which made me realize how similar we are, after all, to them. For anyone well aware about the nature of hostility between India and Pakistan, this may come across as something new and understandably so. In these encounters, I gradually learned
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