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Mariam shifted Aziza in her arms. "I'm looking."

This, Laila had known, would be the first risky part, finding a man
suitable to pose with them as a family member. The freedoms and

opportunities that women had enjoyed between 1978 and 1992 were a

thing of the past now- Laila could still remember Babi saying of those
years of communist rule, It's a good time to be a woman in Afghanistan,

Laila Since the Mujahideen takeover in April 1992, Afghanistan's name

had been changed to the Islamic State of Afghanistan. The Supreme
Court under Rabbani was filled now with hard-liner mullahs who did away

with the communist-era decrees that empowered women and instead

passed rulings based on Shari'a, strict Islamic laws that ordered women

to cover, forbade their travel without a male relative, punished adultery
with stoning. Even if the actual enforcement of these laws was sporadic

at best. But they'd enforce them on us more, Laila had said to Mariam, if
they weren't so busy killing each other. And us.

The second risky part of this trip would come when they actually
arrived in Pakistan. Already burdened with nearly two million Afghan

refugees, Pakistan had closed its borders to Afghans in January of that

year. Laila had heard that only those with visas would be admitted. But
the border was porous-always had been-and Laila knew that thousands of

Afghans were still crossing into Pakistan either with bribes or by proving

humanitarian grounds- and there were always smugglers who could be

hired. We'll find a way when we get there, she'd told Mariam.
"How about him?" Mariam said, motioning with her chin.

"He doesn't look trustworthy."
"And him?"
"Too old. And he's traveling with two other men."

Eventually, Laila found him sitting outside on a park bench, with a