Babies were bounced, children scolded for straying too far. Mujahideen militiamen patrolled the station and the curbside,
barking curt orders here and there. They wore boots, pakols, dusty green fatigues. They all carried Kalashnikovs.
Laila felt watched. She looked no one in the face, but she felt as though every person in this place knew,
that they were looking on with disapproval at what she and Mariam were doing. “Do you see anybody?” Laila asked.
Mariam shifted Aziza in her arms. “I'm looking.”
This, Laila had known, would be the first risky part, finding a man suitable to pose with them as a family member.
The freedoms and opportunities that women had enjoyed between 1978 and 1992 were a thing of the past now.
Laila could still remember Babi saying of those years of communist rule, “It's a good time to be a woman in Afghanistan, Laila.”
Since the Mujahideen takeover in April 1992, Afghanistan's name had been changed to the Islamic State of Afghanistan.
The Supreme Court under Rabbani was filled now with hard liner mullahs who did away with the communist era decrees that empowered women
and instead passed rulings based on Shari'a, strict Islamic laws that ordered women to cover, forbade their travel without a male relative,
punished adultery with stoning. Even if the actual enforcement of these laws was sporadic at best.
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