I am a widow, my daughter, and her daughter have nobody left in Kabul. We are trying to go to Peshawar to stay with my uncle.
"I know its Zahmat for you . But you look decent brother"
"you want to come with my family"
"Thank you brother, this is sawab , a good deed. God will remember"
"Don''t worry hamshira. I understand. It's not trouble. Let me go buy your tickets"
Mariam gave him an envelope with 1100 afghani which he proceeded to put in his back pants pocket
little did they Mariam and Laila know that they could not trust Wakil
"it's best I hold your tickets, the bus leaves in one hour, at eleven. We'll all board together. My name is Wakil. If they ask-which they shouldn't-I'll tell them you're my cousin."