ABSTRACT
Wouldn’t you have done the same if you were in my situation? Nizar glares at me with his intense, charcoaled eyes. The bold black lines around the eyes,
a tradition, I am told, to keep evil forces away. He holds my eyes for what seems like minutes which is completely unheard of in this traditional tribal society I have ventured into. He explains to me why he and his friends a few years back made their journey to Afghanistan.
