Every Monday and Thursday, I arrive at the World Relief office in the frigid early morning to drive women to the Afghan women’s group and take them home afterward. It took a long time to build trust with these women and their families, especially in such a heightened atmosphere of political fear.
One particularly cold Monday, I drove a group of women home that I had never driven before. They all lived in the same apartment building and insisted I stay for tea. Before I knew it, I was sitti...
