It is said of the Pashtuns that they are at peace only when at war.I had seen her picture way back, in school. I knew her as The Afghan Girl. I thought she was hauntingly beautiful. And she is. Only, now I know that her beauty haunts because of searing pain that comes with being a refugee.
A shattered and devastated nation finds expression in more than numbers and statistics.
Read how she was lost and found in the debris here.
