Kabul was always more beautiful in the snow.
Born in a land ravaged by war, she was robbed of her pa.
Though she is only twenty-three, Zoya has witnessed and endured more tragedy and terror than most people experience in a lifetime.
Even the piles of rotting rubbish in my street, the only source of food for the scrawny chickens and goats that our neighbors kept outside their mud houses, looked beautiful to me after the snow had covered them in white during the long night.
Kabul was always more beautiful in the snow