You know, sometimes when I repair an old transistor radio and the static finally clears, I feel a bit of what Afghanistan’s rise must be like. From those refugee-camp beginnings to world-beating spinners, their story is the most beautiful calculation. Now, watching them play, my grandson’s biscuit wrapper collection feels a bit like their victories—small, bright things earned against all odds.
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