Excerpt from Call Me American by Abdi Nor Iftin, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

I stood on the beach, picking through the discarded camouflage uniforms with the American names sewn above the pockets. I held them up, hoping one would fit my skinny little body. My friends Mohammed, Bashi and Bocow laughed. I looked at them and scowled.

"I'm not Somali," I said. "I am Mareekan. I was left behind by the Marines. And they will come for me soon."

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