I asked my sister about what happened to the man who killed my father. She told me that he was imprisoned for five years and then released because it was unintentional homicide. She told me that our neighbor, Ayesha, knows him and that he works as a butcher in a market nearby. I have only a few memories of my parents. I remember I was once with my mother in our house yard, and I was horrified by the noise of an airplane flying low spraying insecticide. I was trying to hide in my mother's arms. I also remember I was once with my father as he was driving us in his white Fiat to the mosque for the...