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The Prince of Oxford

Years and years ago, more than half my life at this point, I spent a year living in the Middle East.  I was looking at the world through the eyes of a child uprooted from everything he knew and understood, dropped into a country not only foreign but completely alien.  I didn’t understand the first thing about Islam, I didn’t even really understand Christianity or how it had affected the development of the Western world, and now I was placed inside a country that didn’t even have what few markers I could place. I was ignorant and I was scared. …