To those who get up every morning and face the struggle of the day
ONE Is your name Parvana The girl in the dusty blue chador gave no response She sat without moving on the hard metal chair and kept her eyes lowered The cloth of the chador covered the lower half of her face If her mouth twitched in recognition of the English words the uniformed man and woman staring at her could not tell Is your name Parvana The woman repeated the man’s question translating it into Dari then Pashtu Then after a pause into Uzbek The girl stayed still She’s not answering sir I can see that Corporal Ask her again The woman cleared her throat then repeated the question in all three languages
