The war in afghan got worst especially in the town of Kabul. That quickly the story shifted to Mariam’s neighbors Hakim and Fariba who Rasheed never liked very much he felt that Hakim was a soft man because they were the kind of man that let their woman wear whatever they want and speak how they want to at a man.Fariba had two boys and a daughter name Laila at a young age Laila’s brothers passed away leaving her having to pick up the dead weight for her mother. At the age of fourteen the Najibullah surrender at last so the war was over for the moment her mother was out of her depressed state and back to normal already disciplining her daughter on her best male friend Tariq who was sixteen. Tariq was her neighbor and her protector from bullies even with one leg and a prosthesis since little they were inseparable.Although now there are older and Laila was secretly crushing over him.It 's August of 1992 on a hot muggy afternoon Tariq had given Laila the news about leaving in the middle of such disappointment she ends up losing her virginity.The days had passed when Tariq left and she still trying to remember salvage that moment but the war was getting ugly and mammy had finally agreed with a babi that’s Laila …show more content…
And yet she was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian.A mother. A person of consequence at last. Mariam did not know her purpose until she was able to make a difference she had an inner fire like her mother stubborn like her father and love and understanding like Mullah Faizullah for the lord. In return she was able to give love which left such an imprint on Laila.Laila continues to live her life happily married to Tariq raising her to beautiful children Aziza and Zalmai.Furthermore, the most important thing is that Laila had to make Mariam live in the great things she was doing for others it was as Mariam had left her a guidebook of her ways what would Mariam do if she was here. I can relate to Mariam through my personal life experience from one abuse home to another abused home being in the system at seventeen years old.I was angry for a while blaming my parents why they had to be so weak and stupid whats so hard in being a parent.Then I remember all the good people I had in my life even my grandmother that was across the world from me.And it was like I can hear all their voices telling me the anger the bitterness the pain I held on to was not me.Slowly I was able to accomplish so many goals be such an example to so many girls and people my story with my fight to make a difference in me and others. Meant allot to me