UZBEKISTAN TURKMENISTAN TAJIKISTAN YZSTAN KYRGY CHINA BADAKHSHAN Mazar e Sharif Kunduz I EJAMMU JAMMU KASHMIR Jalalabad Kabul Peshawar RAN AFGHANISTAN Kandahar Registan Desert NEPAL PAKISTAN GULF OF OMAN Karachi INDIA OMAN ARABIAN SEA
The Breadwinner To the children of war
ONE I can read that letter as well as Father can Parvana whispered into the folds of her chador Well almost She didn’t dare say those words out loud The man sitting beside her father would not want to hear her voice Nor would anyone else in the Kabul market Parvana was there only to help her father walk to the market and back home again after work She sat well back on the blanket her head and most of her face covered by her chador She wasn’t really supposed to be outside at all The Taliban had ordered all the girls and women in Afghanistan to stay inside their homes They even forbade girls to go to school Parvana had had to leave her sixth grade class and her sister Nooria was not allowed to go to her high school Their mother had been kicked out of her job as a writer for a Kabul radio station For more than a year now they had all been stuck inside one room along with five-year-old Maryam and two-year-old Ali Parvana did get out for a few hours most days to help her father walk She was always glad to go outside even though it meant sitting for hours on a blanket spread over the hard ground of the marketplace At least it was something to do She had even got used to holding her tongue and hiding her face She was small for her eleven years As a small girl she could usually get away with being outside without being questioned I need this girl to help me walk her father would tell any Talib who asked pointing to his leg He had lost the lower part of his leg when the high school he was teaching in was bombed His insides had been hurt somehow too He was often tired I have no son at home except for an infant he would explain Parvana would slump down further on the blanket and try to make herself look smaller She was afraid to look up at the soldiers She had seen what they did especially to women the way they would
whip and beat someone they thought should be punished Sitting in the marketplace day after day she had seen a lot When the Taliban were around what she wanted most of all was to be invisible Now the customer asked her father to read his letter again Read it slowly so that I can remember it for my family Parvana would have liked to get a letter Mail delivery had recently started again in Afghanistan after years of being disrupted by war Many of her friends had fled the country with their families She thought they were in Pakistan but she wasn’t sure so she couldn’t write to them Her own family had moved so often because of the bombing that her friends no longer knew where she was Afghans cover the earth like stars cover the sky her father often said Her father finished reading the man’s letter a second time The customer thanked him and paid I will look for you when it is time to write a reply Most people in Afghanistan could not read or write Parvana was one of the lucky ones Both of her parents had been to university and they believed in education for everyone even girls Customers came and went as the afternoon wore on Most spoke Dari the same language Parvana spoke best When a customer spoke Pashtu she could recognize most of it but not all Her parents could speak English too Her father had gone to university in England That was a long time ago The market was a very busy place Men shopped for their families and peddlers hawked their goods and services Some like the tea shop had their own stalls With such a big urn and so many trays of cups it had to stay in one place Tea boys ran back and forth into the labyrinth of the marketplace carrying tea to customers who couldn’t leave their own shops then running back again with the empty cups I could do that Parvana whispered She’d like to be able to run around in the market to know its winding streets as well as she
