Her office with its green lawn and roses was also her house, but it was my home too. I felt calm there. She was not like a foreigner. She was a family member. She stayed in Afghanistan almost six years and Afghanistan was her home.
But life is unfaithful sometimes.
She laughed and her laugh was an ocean of love.
It is very hard when you are alone, and you lose someone who you love.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Be Proud America - Afghan Women's Writing Project
Get a tissue or two, sit back and read this account of a young Afghan woman about the last few days she had with her American mentor - Rosemary. It is truly amazing how brave and dedicated some people are and that more often than not - their story does not go nearly as far as the people they touch.