![]() On Aug. 14, 2013, the day Egyptian forces killed more than 700 civilian demonstrators - including a British journalist who had been a guest at a dinner party I'd thrown - I moved to Egypt. Instead, I chose to relocate with my two young sons to a country in turmoil, arriving on the bloodiest day in its modern history. ![]() ![]() But my elected haven wasn't a mecca for eating or praying. When my marriage collapsed in a cascade of discoveries about my husband, I did what many women before me have done: I fled to a place where I thought I would be able to heal and find clarity.
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