From the May 2017 magazine.

Not From Here

The love in the rooms helps a young Pakistani alcoholic see that he’s not as unique as he thought

Even in my earliest memories, I always felt I never fit in. Not with the kids in my neighborhood or school, not in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., where I grew up, and especially not with my own family. I felt I had a justified reason for my inability to fit in. I was not American.

My family moved to the U.S. in 1972 from Pakistan, which no one at that time had heard of, much less cared about. I was 5 years old at the time of the move and the youngest of six children. Being of Muslim...

-- Fobby N.

Springfield, Virginia, USA