The Soul of a Jihadist
Five years ago, I went to study abroad in Paris. Unlike most students who flock to France each semester, I spent my first few weeks living with a Pakistani uncle in Villepinte, a rugged suburb located 22 miles from the heart of the city. This commune was filled, as many of the suburbs are, with immigrants and Muslims—a collage of faces representing the diaspora of the post-colonial world.
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