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                            The  children  need  reassuring,  each  in their own  way. Laila  has to sit
                        down  with  an  agitated  Aziza,  who  still  has  nightmares,  who'd  been

                        startled to tears the week before when someone had shot rounds into the

                        sky  at  a  wedding  nearby.  Laila  has  to  explain  to Aziza that when they
                        return  to  Kabul  the  Taliban  won't  be  there,  that  there  will  not  be  any

                        fighting, and that she will not be sent back to the  orphanage. "We'll all

                        live  together.  Your  father,  me,  Zalmai.  And  you,  Aziza.  You'll  never,
                        ever,  have  to  be  apart  from  me  again.  I  promise."  She  smiles  at  her

                        daughter. "Until the  day you want to, that is. When you fall in love with

                        some young man and want to marry him."



                          On the day they leave Murree, Zalmai is inconsolable. He has wrapped

                        his arms around Alyona's neck and will not let go.




                          "I can't pry him off of her, Mammy," says Aziza.


                          "Zalmai. We can't take a goat on the bus," Laila explains again.


                            It  isn't  until  Tariq  kneels  down  beside  him,  until he promises Zalmai

                        that  he  will  buy  him  a  goat  just  like  Alyona  in  Kabul,  that  Zalmai

                        reluctantly lets go.




                          There are tearful farewells with Sayeed as well For good luck, he holds
                        a  Koran  by  the  doorway  for Tariq, Laila, and the  children to kiss three

                        times,  then holds it high so they can pass under it. He helps Tariq load

                        the  two suitcases into the trunk of his car. It is Sayeed who drives them
                        to  the  station,  who  stands  on  the  curb  waving  good-bye  as  the  bus

                        sputters and pulls away.
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