The Golden Door: Welcome Home

My mother still remembers two questions from her 1966 U.S. immigration paperwork (and there was a lot of paperwork):
1) Are you planning to overthrow the American government?
2) Are you planning to work as a prostitute?
In case you’re wondering, she answered—honestly—no to both questions. So did my dad.
My father first came to the United States in the 1950s to get his master’s degree at Harvard University. He was an Egyptian citizen back then, and went back to Cairo after