I love the people of Afghanistan so much. I love this country of stories and hope one day to write every story, describe every smile and every tear.

You empowered me when you said, “If I die, I am sure you will find your way, my wise daughter.” I am so very thankful for your kindness—a gift that now, since I lost you, feels like a dream.

Suddenly, from the corner of the street, another man emerged whose entire hand had been chopped off. The first man began to scream and shout: “Wey, wey, wey.”