
My dad has had the same nightly ritual for as long as I can remember. After arriving home from work, he drops his bags, sits…

It was my sister’s 14th birthday party when I first realised how naive my parents were. Henna ran upstairs wiping mascara-coloured tears with the back…

One sunny afternoon, early December in central Kabul, I find myself being escorted to the back door of a beaten-up four-wheel drive by a man…