Last year was the first time i went to Kabul. It was one hell of an experience, but a rewarding one. From time to time, i talk to my brothers on the phone on the weekends, and i feel as if i am there, physically in their presence.

I always thought i was a high maintenance girl that loved the American life that was offered to me, but when i was there, I felt like a whole different person. The lavish dreams that i once wanted here, seem to have disappeared within a year. And instead, i see my future there.