Growing up in the southern Kazakh village of Temirlan, Dina got used to a series of daily corrections. She'd pick up a fork with her left hand. Someone would move it to her right. At school, she'd work on a lesson holding a pencil in her left hand. Her teachers, worried, would urge her to switch to the "normal" side. "I was also trying to write with my right hand, but it didn't work," she says. "I was the only one in my school who was left-handed. So it ...
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