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 <description>&lt;p&gt;“Why do I never fit in?” That was the one question that had always been there in my life, that was, until I met my Iranian friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, I’d better explain.  I’m not Iranian, I’m English. I was brought up in a middle-class English household in the south of the UK. But, I was different. I had a disability.  This meant I walked differently (and still do) because the messages from my brain to my legs are wrong, because I was born prematurely.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://legacy.iranian.com/main/blog/kazthescribbler/belonging&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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