Well,
sir, the road wheel’s cracked. Kaminski drank our brakes. We’re low on
petrol. The battery’s low. We’re losing oil. If the engine heats up it’s
gonna seize. The terrain, obviously against us. We have no rations. The
Mujas behind us don’t seem to run on rations, petrol, or anything we
know of. And they have an RPG. Their aim is getting better. Sir.
PAKISTAN. Outskirts of Islamabad. March 29, 2014. Afghan refugee Basmeenah Hassan, 26, a mother of 3 children, holds her daughter Zara, 3 months, in her makeshift kitchen at her mud house in a slum. Hassan and her husband left their hometown of Laghman in Afghanistan seeking refuge in Pakistan eight years ago. “I want my children to be safe – that’s why we left our homes in Afghanistan, to see them growing in front of our eyes.”