their faces emerging from the shadows now and then to peddle textiles and fur collared poostin coats to passersby.
But it was the women who drew Mariam's eyes the most.
The women in this part of Kabul were a different breed from the women in the poorer neighborhoods
like the one where she and Rasheed lived, where so many of the women covered fully.
These women were what was the word Rasheed had used? “modern.”
Yes, modern Afghan women married to modern Afghan men
who did not mind that their wives walked among strangers with makeup on their faces and nothing on their heads.
Mariam watched them cantering uninhibited down the street, sometimes with a man, sometimes alone,
sometimes with rosy cheeked children who wore shiny shoes and watches with leather bands,
who walked bicycles with high rise handlebars and gold colored spokes unlike the children in Deh Mazang,
who bore sand fly scars on their cheeks and rolled old bicycle tires with sticks.
These women were all swinging handbags and rustling skirts. Mariam even spotted one smoking behind the wheel of a car.
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