BANGLADESH – In an apartment building just a few blocks from where Minara* is begging, a teenager in a neatly pressed pink-and-green uniform sits at a long, wooden table. Her thick braid of curly hair falls over her shoulder as she bends over a notebook, jotting down math problems. Her brow furrows in concentration as she erases what she just wrote and starts again.
Traffic and construction noises drift in through an open window, joining the chorus of voices from down the hall where a
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