She isn’t the President’s daughter, they just have the same name. She isn’t Obama’s daughter, they are just the same age. She doesn’t go to Sidwell Friends School, she sits at a little desk in a hut in Kabul. But next year, the Americans will be gone, the Taliban will be back, so she won’t go to school anymore. The mullah will come to look at her. They will give her to one of the old men with a beard, and she will go home with him, home to cook for him, home to wash his clothes and fetch his...