WHEN he woke up in his bamboo shelter on New Year’s Day, hundreds of Facebook notifications were awaiting Mohammed Faruque on his phone.
It was his birthday. It was his wife’s birthday, too. And that of his five brothers and sisters, his parents and his best friend, Mohammad Ullah. And most fellow residents of Camp 7.
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