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The sun hadn’t yet cleared the minaret of the neighborhood mosque when Ayla’s phone buzzed on the plastic tablecloth. It was a cheap, brick-like Android with a cracked screen protector held together by packing tape. The notification light blinked red. 3G. Weak, but alive.

Then, nothing.

Then, the world opened.