Kabul was always more beautiful in the snow. 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. Though she is only twenty-three Zoya has witnessed and endured more tragedy and terror than most people experience in a lifetime. Born in a land ravaged by war she was robbed of her parents when they were murdered by Muslim fundamentalists. Devastated she fled Kabul with her grandmother and started a new life in exile in Pakistan. She joined the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA) an organization that challenged the crushing edicts of the Taliban government and she took destiny into her own hands joining a dangerous clandestine war to save her nation. Direct and unsentimental Zoya vividly brings to life the realities of growing up in a Muslim culture the terror of living in a perpetual war zone the pain of losing those she has loved the horrors of a woman’s life under the Taliban and the discovered healing and transformation that lead her on a path of resistance.
