I remember, as a boy in Lahore, the moment I learned Pakistan had become, once again, America's ally. I was with my cousin in front of my grandfather's house. It had been raining, and water stood an inch deep on the lawn. Armed with three bricks, the two of us were battling nature. I would put a brick down and move onto it. My cousin would step onto the one I had left, and then he would hand forward the brick he had been standing on a moment before. We were most of the way across when my mother told us...
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